Page 79 of Seduced By the Werewolves

His cock is full now, jutting up between my thighs. He rocks his hips slightly, and I squeeze my legs together around it.

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” he says, lazily dragging a claw through my wet hair. “It’s special for me to claim you in this form.”

I can’t help but smile. I had a feeling. “You wanted me to agree to stay with you first, didn’t you?”

He nods. “I was afraid of getting too attached. Once I commit, that’s it. That’s everything. That’s all of me, forever.”

These four brothers have such big hearts. I’m lucky, so lucky, to have found them.

“I understand.” I stroke his long snout, snuggling against his warm, furry body, absorbing every inch of him. “It’s forever for me, too.”

Leon shifts in the water so now I’m up against the shore of the little pond. As he crouches over me in his super-sized full moon form, I have the sense to wonder if he’ll even fit inside me. His cock is big, bigger than any of the others, and his knot is swollen and red.

Leon must be able to read my uncertainty, because his lips peel back, revealing his fangs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be preparing you to take my knot someday.” He lifts my hips in the water so his cock is positioned at the crux of my thighs. I don’t know how these four have made me so needy, but I’m already clenching, thinking about what he’ll feel like. “What a good girl you are,” he says, pressing just the tip of himself into me. “Take my cock, just like that.”

The stretch, even at this depth, is unbelievable. I moan and twitch as he pushes further in.

“You feel amazing, Leon,” I whimper as he thrusts a few times, just with his tip, widening me for him. His tongue hangs out of his mouth as he stares into my eyes.

“Are you mine?” he asks, teasing me even more ruthlessly. “Please, tell me you’re mine, love.”

“I’m yours,” I say in a whine. “I’m all yours.”

It’s what he wanted to hear. That monster cock slides in deeper, and I think I might be at my physical limit. Every nerve ending in my pussy is responding to him, firing off pleasure all across my body as he sinks further in on every stroke. He blots out the moon, as big as he is, and his fur is silhouetted in bright silver. He’s beautiful, I think, my white wolf.

“Tiff,” he moans, settling fully inside me, the bulge of his knot just beyond my edges. “Fuck. You feel so perfect.”

He fucks me long and hard like that, panting my name, burying his tongue in my mouth. I don’t even feel the rough stone against my back as he snarls a feral snarl, his huge hips snapping against mine with every thrust. When he comes, he comes so hard that I feel it jettison deep inside me.

While we lie there in the water, panting, Leon brushes one paw down over my breasts. “Tiff.”

My eyes flutter open. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

I touch my nose to his. “I love you, too.”

When his wound is fully healed, Leon picks me up out of the water, drapes the blanket over me, and carries me back to the den.

The next day, I head home to my apartment, and it feels strange that I’m not in a rush to shower, dress, and get to work on time. I stand inside my front door, wondering what on earth I’ll do with myself now.

I need a new job, for starters. I guess I’d better start looking a little more seriously. I doubt I’ll be getting any severance, because Mr. Bosley is, unfortunately, quite dead.

He shows up on the news after his wife reports him missing, and the authorities begin the search for him—or his body. The cops call me down to the station to interview me and find out what I know. I play dumb, saying that Mr. Bosley was behaving erratically over the last few days, and then simply didn’t come to work one morning.

When they ask where I was, I’m forced to confess I was with my “boyfriends.” The cops arch their eyebrows, but after a quick call to Leon to confirm, I’m released without further suspicion.

I thank my lucky stars.

A few days later, Mr. Bosley’s body is pulled out of the bay in a nearby city, with a cause of death of drowning—clearly intentional. I think that’s a horrible way to go, even for that asshole. There’s an investigation, but I’m not brought in for questioning again.

I get the sense that whatever evidence existed with my name on it… Beatrice took care of it, like I told her.

When Aisling and Hannah see Mr. Bosley’s face on the news, they both frantically text me to meet up. They need all the sordid details.

“I can’t believe he was actually murdered,” Hannah says, her eyes huge as we dig into some wings. “I’ve never known anyone who was murdered!”

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