Page 38 of Seduced By the Werewolves

“I want to be inside you so bad, Tiff.” The words just tumble out of his mouth. He covers it with one paw, and curses into his palm. “Sorry. No. Pretend I didn’t say that. This was supposed to be?—”

“It’s okay,” I say, slowing down my strokes.

He wants to have sex with me like this? In this massive, furry, werewolf form?

Now that it’s set out in front of me, my pussy clenches, and Quinn stiffens under my hand. He sniffs the air, and his eyes get huge.

“D-do you want that?” he asks uneasily, like he doesn’t dare hope.

I can’t honestly believe myself as I think over my answer. But I want to know what it would be like. He’s bizarre in this form but also beautiful. Terrifying and fearsome but strangely, being with him feels safe.

“Yes,” I finally say, my breaths speeding up. “Yes, I want that.”

Chapter Fourteen

“Leon’s going to kill me,” Quinn says, scrambling up to his knees.

He doesn’t even ask before he yanks my legs apart, tips forward, and buries his snout in me. That cold nose makes me gasp. Then his big tongue lances out and drags up my labia to my clit, and holy shit. I’ve never felt anything like that. It slides down again, and I didn’t realize just how big that tongue of his is until it tries to fit inside me.

But after the way Jace took me the other night, it manages to slide in. With a groan of delight, Quinn twists his tongue around, fucking me hard, his huge jaws open and his teeth dripping saliva all over me. It feels unbelievable, exquisite, absolutely divine. He groans as he withdraws and then laves across my clit again, making all my muscles clench and shiver. I can feel his claws biting into the flesh of my thighs as he jams that amazing tongue inside me again and then swallows, as if scooping all my fluids out of me.

“Fuck,” Quinn-the-werewolf grunts, his hot, panting breaths against my pussy making me twitch. He licks my clit between words. “You… taste… incredible.”

I’m flying higher and higher as he works my body, that huge tail of his wagging wildly behind him. Tremors travel through me, and I can’t help but grip the soft fur of his head to root myself to the earth. When I reach his pointed, furry ears and dig my fingers in, Quinn lets out a hum of pleasure.

Then I can’t stand it anymore. I combust, a pure rocket of sensation, and my hips jolt up into his jaws. The tips of his fangs press into my belly, never breaking the skin, and the wolf moans as I feel myself squirt. Fuck, that hasn’t ever happened with someone else before. With a snarl, he laps it all up, and I jerk my sensitive pussy away.

Hurriedly Quinn gets up again, sitting back on his huge haunches. That strange cock of his, with its sloped head and bulging shaft, is even more swollen than before.

“I’ve never done this,” he admits, palming himself with one paw. The entire bed bends under his weight as he shifts nervously.

“At all?” I ask, still shivering from my orgasm. That makes me nervous. Will it even fit?

“Not in this form.” Quinn crawls up the bed on four legs until he’s crouching over me, wet pre-cum dribbling onto my belly. “The, um, anatomy is different.” He repositions his hips a few times with a frown, like he’s trying to figure out the best way to bring our bodies together.

“No kidding,” I say, to bring some levity to this, but his ears pin back in what looks like shame. Something about this huge, monstrous creature behaving so awkward and afraid is deeply endearing.

I run a hand up his furry cheek, and Quinn-the-werewolf leans into it. “I’ve never done this, either, if that helps,” I say, grinning.

He snorts, and I like the way his wolfish smile peels back his lips. “I’m glad to hear that.” He leans down closer so his wet nose touches my ear. “Then I get to be the first werewolf cock to taste you. And feel you. And fuck you.”

The words send a bolt of lightning straight through me. This massive creature hovers over me, waiting for the word. I imagine that big cock of his trying to fit into me, and my pussy already knows what it wants.

“Then do it,” I whisper, reaching down to squeeze his knot.

Quinn groans, burying his snout in my hair. Then, he pulls back, and his lips curl in a snarl. Kneeling on his huge haunches, he grabs my hips with both paws, clearly trying to keep his claws from damaging me. He yanks me up by my ass and positions himself over me, his odd build forcing me to keep my hips elevated and my legs spread wide. That monstrous cock is weeping, the slit pulsing as he breathes and even more pre-cum dribbles down. Quinn slides the thick head between my folds, searching for...

“Oh!” I cry out. He’s already trying to push it in, and my body fights immediately.

“Damn,” Quinn grunts. “It’s not going to fit.”

He breathes hard, then tries again. This time the head slides in a little deeper before he meets firm resistance. My entrance is trying to accommodate him, but he’s so big. Too big.

Quinn yanks his cock away and, sliding his big paws underneath me, drops his head down to lick me furiously. He delves deep into me with his tongue, then flattens it, the strong edges spreading me open. I squirm and moan in a combination of pleasure and discomfort as he twists it around, convincing my entrance to widen. When I’m soaked and he’s thoroughly spread me, he positions my hips in front of him and stares down raptly as he grips his cock, pushing it inside me.

More of him fits this time, just a little more. Quinn’s lips peel back, revealing all of his teeth and his pink gums, and his ears are pinned down. An animal fire is coming over him, and he shoves in again, urging me open. I feel my skin pinch—but then my channel gives enough that the tip slides through.

“Ah, damn!” Quinn’s neck curls and his shoulders bunch up, all the hair on his mane and back standing up on end. His voice is helpless. “Tiff, I can’t hold back?—”

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