Page 19 of Seduced By the Werewolves

The praise cascades over me, and I feel like a goddess underneath him, his hips plunging that thick cock into me in a perfect, hungry rhythm. He squeezes my tits and moans, unafraid of showing me just how good I feel around him.

Then something thick, something wider than his cock, starts nudging at my entrance where Leon already has me stretched tight. Whatever it is, it’s trying to work its way into me, and I writhe as my pussy objects.

“Not yet,” Leon murmurs to himself.

His thrusts grow shallower, like he’s holding something back. But then he ratchets up his pace, and soon I’m lost to him, completely entranced, gripping my stuffed animals and my comforter hard as he fucks me. He licks his fingers and slows down his strokes so he can play with my clit, and I whine with pure bliss. Then he starts moving again as he watches my face. I try to hold his gaze, as feral as those blue eyes look right now, but soon I’m so overwhelmed that my eyes close and my head falls back.

I need more, and more, and more.

Soon I’m teetering on the edge, only inches away from the cliff where the track ends. Leon groans as he buries himself inside me, again and again, pushing me closer to my finish as the lip of his cockhead drags over that sensitive place inside me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts. “This pussy was made for me.”

And I think that he’s right, the way he fits there.

Leon drops onto his elbows, so I can feel his breath on my face as he picks up his speed, pumping his hips in a glorious rhythm. I wind my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair as he swoops down and kisses me.

Now he’s plucking at my lips with his sharp teeth, plunging his tongue into my mouth in time with his cock, and I’m perfectly, wonderfully helpless underneath him. He drags that fat cockhead along the inside of me over and over, and then I’m screaming, tipping over the side at last. Leon groans as I clamp down on him hard, showing those unnaturally sharp canines.

“I’m going to stuff you so full,” he says as my orgasm consumes me. He wraps his arms around me tight and pounds harder, pushing me farther and farther into the abyss. Inside me, his cock swells, spreading me even wider. “You’re going to carry my smell all over you.”

These guys really are all about smell.

I cry and buck as he shoves himself in one last time and releases.

There’s so much of his cum that it spurts out, and then suddenly, that wide lump at the base of his cock is trying to make its way inside me again. I thought I had reached the peak, but as it starts stretching me, I’m in the stratosphere. I scream his name and Leon stops abruptly, panting hard.

“Sorry,” he says, cradling the back of my head. “I didn’t mean to use that part.”

I’m so dazed I barely register the words, and they tumble over me like water.

“Thass okay,” I answer, my words coming out slurred.

Leon grins and, ever so gently, pulls out. Then he falls down on the bed, where he twines my legs with his and runs a hand down to curl around my ass. Just taking a big whiff of him covered in sweat is incredible. I shamelessly bury my face in his armpit, and he laughs, bringing me in closer.

Maybe I do know what he means about smelling great.

“You were so wonderful for me,” he croons, rubbing his cheek over my head the way a cat might. “Such a good and obedient girl.”

His words fill me up, twirling me around, covering everything with sparkles. I’ve never felt any happiness like this before, like I did just what I was supposed to do and did it well.

I nuzzle deeper into him, and Leon chuckles as he holds me tighter. “Maybe next time,” he murmurs, “we can make it a group event.”

My foggy brain imagines Jace here, too, in this bedroom—and I almost can’t make sense of it. But my pussy twitches, even now.

“Okay,” I say with a yawn, without thinking twice. “Maybe next time.”

Chapter Eight

It sucks that I still have to go to work the next morning, but Leon wakes me up early with a soft kiss on the crown of my head. I’m bundled up tight in his arms, his hand stroking my curls.

“I’ve got to get out to the site,” he says into my ear, trailing his lips down my jaw to my throat. My lower body wakes up, and I’m turned on instantly, remembering how he felt last night. “But I hope you know this is just the beginning.”

I don’t have time to ask, The beginning of what? before he’s sliding on his shirt and heading out the front door. But it sure sounds enticing. I knew Leon wasn’t the type to leave and never call back.

After getting thoroughly fucked last night, I’m so tired I could simply roll over and fall asleep again with my head in the pillow where Leon slept—the one that still smells like him—but it’s time to get going for me, too. I simply don’t have it in me to go for a run, and I’m pretty sore, so I drag myself into the shower and stand under the hot water, remembering everything that happened.

A group event. He can’t be serious, can he? My imagination returns to last night, when Leon was crouched over me, deep inside me, making me scream until I was hoarse. Now Jace is standing there, too, right in front of me, with his cock inches away from my mouth.

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