Page 35 of Seduced By the Werewolves

“Okay,” I say with the slightest edge.

“I’ll go super slow.” Quinn licks his finger, then runs over the small, puckered hole again. He returns to licking me, and I fall back down on the couch.

That finger circles, pressing in, testing and coaxing me to open. Slowly, he works it inside my ass, all while he feasts on me. The moment that foreign digit settles in and my body adjusts, it feels amazing. It takes only a few more seconds of his tongue feverishly working my clit and that finger pumping in and out for me to break. Quinn keeps licking and thrusting as I crumble into pieces, moaning and squirming on the couch as my sensitized body reacts. Finally he stops, then pulls back and wipes his face.

“Wow,” he says. “Fucking delicious. The perfect dessert.” Without attempting anything else, he smooths over my thighs with his hands, kneading my muscles until I’m turning into jelly.

How many times have I orgasmed in the last seventy-two hours? I can’t count.

Quinn lowers my legs down onto the couch, and I liquefy into it. I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep again until I sense someone carrying me.

It’s Quinn, and after opening the door to my room, he pulls back my sheet to put me in bed. I think he’s going to leave, and the part of me that’s half awake doesn’t want that. He was so good to me, so kind to me, so gentle and caring that all I want is to hug him and snuggle his cute face.

I extend my arms out toward him and whimper, craving the warmth of him in my cold bed, and Quinn responds with a light chuckle.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he whispers as he climbs into the bed next to me, all of his clothes still on, and brings me in close. I realize I’m still not wearing any pants, but I find that I don’t care.

I drift back off like that, wrapped up in him.

Chapter Thirteen

I fell asleep next to Quinn, breathing in his heady smell, surrounded by his big arms.

I don’t expect to wake up next to a huge, brown, and extremely furry body.

At first, I think I’m still dreaming, so I don’t cry out. I lie there and examine it, wondering if I’ve found myself sleeping with a faux fur blanket I didn’t know I had.

But no. It’s breathing, whatever it is. I can’t see the face high above my head, but furry arms are wrapped around me. There’s something stiff and wet pressed against my belly, and when my eyes trail down the muscular, furry chest in front of me, I find...

A gigantic cock, thick and pink, with a pair of massive bulbs around the base. A dribble of pre-cum has squeezed from the tip, making my belly slick.

The landscaper’s cock. I’d recognize it anywhere, even if it’s far, far bigger than the ones I’ve seen before.

“Quinn?” I say uneasily. Where did he go? This can’t possibly be him. I want to wriggle away, but I don’t want to risk moving too abruptly and waking this animal sleeping next to me. It’s big enough to do some real damage. “Quinn, is that you?”

“Hmm?” a raspy voice says, and I can hear it rumble in the creature’s chest. “Tiff?”

When the big blanket pulls away from me, I can finally look up at its face—and a massive snout with a shiny black nose is right in my face, with white fangs tucked over a curled lip.

I let out a scream. The creature cringes and covers its pointed ears.

“Tiff! Wait!” That’s definitely Quinn’s voice, just pitched down and filled with gravel. “Stop, please! It’s me. It’s Quinn.”

I slap a hand over my mouth, and quickly crab-crawl backwards across the bed to put as much distance between us as possible. Whatever Quinn is now, he’s huge and covered in fur, with a mouth full of sharp, glistening teeth. He has a big, wolflike head, a man’s body—if that man were scaled up with a computer by fifty percent—and big, thick haunches. A fluffy tail lashes back and forth behind him, and he looks like he could eat me whole.

Instead of lunging at me, though, the gigantic monster slides off the bed, hands held up in surrender. It’s such an insecure human gesture that it makes him look, well, ridiculous.

“I’m sorry, Tiff. It’s me.” Quinn’s big yellow eyes tilt with fear and shame. “I promise.”

“What the fuck?” I take in the sight of him, with that massive cock front and center. “What are you?”

He tilts his head. “Is it not obvious?”

“No! I mean, yes! It is! But werewolves aren’t real, and so I’m asking for, like, a different explanation?” I pace around in a circle, waving my hands. “Are you a furry and this is some sort of elaborate fur suit?”

A laugh booms out of him, and it’s definitely Quinn’s laugh. It shows off the dozens of fangs scattered inside his big, long mouth. I can’t believe what I’m looking at.

“Sorry about this.” Quinn gestures down at his waist, where he’s hard as a rock. He gathers the sheet up off the blanket and covers himself with it, but it only makes that tentpole cock look even more absurd. He nods to the bed, where his shirt and pants are shredded from when he clearly split them open during the night. “I might need to borrow some clothes.”

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