Page 91 of Seduced By the Werewolves

I cover my face, because I’m already blushing madly. I don’t want to tell her our plan.

“Me,” Leon says easily, sliding his chair over to put an arm around my shoulders. “I went first.”

My mother blinks. “First?”

“The next one’s mine,” says Jace. “You know. If Tiff decides she wants more.”

I grin at him, thinking about him fitting his thick knot inside me and filling me up.

Maybe I am grateful for this conversation as Mom’s face goes pale.

“Next one…?” She looks among all four of them, and then her eyes dart over to me. “You’re going to have four kids?”

“At least!” pipes up Quinn. Eli smacks him on the arm. “What? There are five of us. We can handle it.”

“Plus me,” Mrs. Graham says cheerily.

Mom just nods along, but she’s clearly holding plenty of commentary inside. I just roll my eyes and lean into Leon’s shoulder while he gives me more mashed potatoes.

“She’s right,” he whispers in my ear, making all the hair on my skin stand on end. “Be a good girl, and eat some more so you can feed our pup.”

Of course I do, knowing exactly how he’ll reward me later.

I didn’t think it was possible, but once I’m pregnant, the guys are hornier than ever—and strangely, so am I. They don’t tell you that besides the cravings for red meat and mac-and-cheese-flavored ice cream, pregnancy sex is amazing.

The bigger my belly gets, the wilder Eli becomes in bed. He’s obsessed with the idea of a baby on the way and has already started carving out the nursery. I have a feeling he’ll be an intense dad. He’s even written me a few lovely poems about all the memories he’s excited to make.

Eli’s still rough when it matters, but always takes care not to go too far. He loves to push me down onto my hands and knees, black fur spreading across his body as he grows and shifts into his impressive werewolf form. He fucks me with his tongue, beginning with my clit, then sliding down to worm it inside my pussy, where he groans in abject pleasure.

“I can taste pup on you,” he growls.

He likes to keep going, tracing the outline of my puckered rosebud, then shoving that long tongue into it. Eli always wants to claim every last inch of my body. When I’m fully wet and ready, he grips my ass in his claws and thrusts into my pussy, that fat werewolf cock opening me for him. He’s just as animalistic as he is gentle, taking his time to get deeper and deeper. Dropping onto his hands and knees on top of me, his hot breath tickles my neck, drool dripping down my back. Then he nuzzles me with his cool nose, cupping my belly with one huge, clawed hand.

Eli knows just how to nurse an orgasm out of me, where to strike with the sloped head of his cock, and he wields his power with relentless abandon.

“Please,” I sob as he brings me almost to my peak, then slows down. “Please, Eli!”

“Begging?” he rumbles with amusement. “I suppose I should give little rabbit what she wants.”

Then he takes me harder and faster until I’m careening into oblivion with him. Afterwards, he pulls me into his lap and curls his big, furry arms around me.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “For making all my dreams come true.”

Eli’s not the only one obsessed with how my smell has changed. All it takes now for Quinn to turn into his werewolf form is a heavy whiff of me.

“Oh, god,” he moans. “You’re so fucking hot, babe.”

When I know he’s going to be home, I make sure to wear a dress and no underwear, because sometimes he’ll surprise me. I’ll be bent over in the living room, trying to figure out why the TV isn’t playing Jace’s football game, when Quinn comes up to me and reaches between my legs. He’s almost always in his werewolf form at home, but he’s careful to only use the pad of his big fingers to rub across my clit. Jace snorts from behind us as Quinn licks the back of my neck, and almost immediately I’m wet. He chuckles against me.

“Ready for my cock?” Quinn asks, grinding his length between the cheeks of my ass. He pulls up my dress, rubbing me harder and faster as he slides himself into me.

“You’re blocking the TV!” Jace calls out. Quinn picks me up in one motion with our bodies still attached and carries me over to the couch, so we’re really blocking Jace’s game. He still lacks control, and sometimes spills himself early—but then he smells me again, and his cock is instantly hard and ready to fuck me a second time.

Somehow, he always manages to cook dinner afterwards, though if he can’t change back, he’s a little clumsy with the pots and pans.

Jace loves it when I come down to their work sites to check out progress. He sidles up to me, tipping his baseball cap and saying, “Ma’am,” in a thick cowboy accent. I still adore the smell of his sweat, and the second I get turned on, he flashes me a knowing look. “Does the lady require some attention?” he says, sultry, and tugs me behind the truck so no one inside the house can see us.

Jace throws open the door to the back seat, then shoves the front seat as far forward as it’ll go before pulling me inside and onto his lap.

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