Page 73 of Cursed Wolf

“Generally, yes. We’ll rely on our wolf’s senses even when we’re in human form. She’s not going to take over unless it’s right around the full moon. You’ll get used to her being there.”

Emmaline leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder and her slight weight against my chest. “It’s so incredible what we are, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I like it alright.” My hands slid across her waist and her belly. “Especially now that I’ve found you.”

She looked up with a smile. “Technically I found you first, didn’t I?”

“Your front bumper sure as shit found my leg, I’ll give you that.”

She laughed and our mouths came together in a kiss. My touch ventured over her slick, naked skin, savoring her just as I said I would. It still blew my mind that she chose me. This brilliant, beautiful woman, who made me explode from her touching herself and was in my arms right now, was mine to cherish and protect forever.

One palm stroked up to her breast, catching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger while the other hand slid down low over her belly and mound. The sensitive peak was taut and stiff from the cold water, but her cunt burned hot and slick as ever.

“Tryn.” Emmaline’s gasp of my name was so pretty, so fucking hot. She squirmed in my hold, thrusting her ass against my cock.

“Fuck me, you’re soaked and it’s all you, beautiful.” I stroked and teased her pussy, knowing how sensitive she must have been from the first orgasm. “Nothing to do with the water, that’s your sweet cunt dripping for me.” I rasped against her ear, loving the small jerks of her body and her gasps of breath. “You feel how hard you’re making me? You feel how bad I want to sink inside of you?”

My mouth fell to the crook of her neck and I sucked a hard kiss there, dragging my teeth along her skin.

Bite her, my wolf howled. Our sweet mate has waited so long. It’s all she wants.

Not yet, I told him.

While kissing and nipping her neck, I rubbed Emmaline’s clit just as she had done to herself until another orgasm shuddered through her. Instead of watching a sexy spread-open view, I felt the effects of her pleasure in my arms. My cock turned to steel as her body jerked, shuddered, and collapsed limply. Her skin was hot and completely dry now, except for a few beads of sweat at her temple.

“Fucking moon, your scent,” I moaned, removing her from my embrace before turning her around to face me.

“Tryn, what—Oh God!”

She got the picture the moment I grabbed her hips and dove to seal my mouth over her pussy. Her scent, now clear and unhindered by her human chemistry, had been tantalizing me since we started kissing out here. I had thought of licking her to her first orgasm, but the sight of her spread open with her hand between her legs was too good. I wanted it burned into my memory.

The water had washed off some of her scent to the point where I could almost ignore it, but after her second orgasm, all bets were off. She blossomed like a flower in spring, a flower I wanted to suck and lick and drink from until my lips fell off.

I kept my tongue away from her clit for a while, knowing she’d be overstimulated to the point of pain if I touched that little nub before it had enough rest. That was no issue, as I had plenty to love on between her legs. Her lips were plump and so slick with her cum. I tugged on them, kissing as I would her mouth. I pressed my tongue inside her, licking and tasting the place where my cock would be soon.

A few times, I was even nice enough to leave her pussy alone entirely for a bit of reprieve. I sucked the sensitive flesh just to the sides of her cunt instead or kissed her inner thighs with plenty of teeth until she trembled again.

Emmaline kept trying to close her legs around my head, but I held her spread open as I feasted on her. I wanted to ravage her until she couldn’t come anymore and then bathe in her scent. Aside from the bite marks, wearing the scent of your mate was the best way to tell others that you were off-limits.

Time didn’t exist as I devoured the sweetest meal I’d ever tasted. It was just me and this perfect little pussy overpowering all of my senses.

Eventually I felt nails raking over my scalp, fingers curling in my hair and tugging, urging me higher. With a loud sucking sound, I broke away and leaned against Emmaline’s leg.

“Hi, beautiful.” I hugged around her leg with one arm and placed a long, sensual kiss on her thigh. “I’m a little busy here. Did you need something?”

Her head fell back as her whole body shook with laughter, her breasts jiggling hypnotically.

“You ass, you know I’m dying to come.”

“Oh, really? I’m happy to oblige.” I grinned at her flushed, frustrated expression. “That’ll be number three now, won’t it?”

“Tryn, come on. Please.”

There was something so sweet about her begging. I had to resist the urge to grab my cock again before sliding low to where I’d just been.

“Come on my tongue, beautiful. Just one more, then I’ll give you what you really need.”

“Promise?”

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