Page 18 of Howls & Harvest

The intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch, and I’m sure he’s referring to his cabin even more than the town. Outside, a particularly loud crack of thunder booms, making the windows rattle. I jump, instinctively moving closer to him.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his broad chest. The steady beat of his heart is a counterpoint to the storm’s fury. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, and his breath is warm against my scalp.

I look up, meeting his gaze. The air between us seems to crackle with more than just the storm’s energy. “Ronan,” I whisper, bringing my hand up to rest on his cheek.

He leans into my touch, briefly closing his eyelids. When they open again, they’re dark with desire. “Candice,” he says softly, and then his lips are on mine.

The kiss is gentle at first, almost hesitant, but as I respond, wrapping my arms around his neck, it deepens. One of his hands presses against my back, pulling me closer until I’m practically in his lap. I run my fingers through his fur, marveling at its softness.

We break apart, panting slightly. He rests his forehead against mine. “Candice,” he says again, his voice husky with need. “If you want me to stop, tell me now. Once we start, I might not be able to hold back. You test my control in ways no one ever has.”

I swallow hard. My body is already responding to his nearness, nipples tightening while heat pools between my thighs. “Don’t stop,” I say firmly.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He kisses me again, harder this time, titling his muzzle so that our lips touch before he deepens the kiss once more. His tongue surges into my mouth, and it has more texture than a human’s, but it’s exotic and pleasurable. I moan softly, pressing against him.

He growls in response, the sound vibrating through my entire body. One large hand cups my breast, kneading it gently. I gasp as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

His other hand slides down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing it firmly. I whimper, grinding against him. His cock is straining against his pants, and I long to free it and see what to expect from a lycan lover. Can we even physically...fit together? My sister is in love with an orc, so inter-species mating should be possible, but I’m suddenly anxious and curious.

I ease back, breaking our kiss while unbuttoning his plaid shirt. His fur springs free, and I run my fingers through his lush pelt. “You feel so different. It’s good,” I add hastily when he frowns. “It’s just new to me.”

“I understand.” He nuzzles my neck. “I promise you’ll enjoy every minute of being with me.”

I believe him. My body is already aching for him, and he must be able to smell my arousal. I push his shirt off his shoulders, baring his chest. He shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Gliding my hand down his chest and to his abs, I feel the hard muscle underneath the soft fur. He’s built like a Greek god, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of him.

I reach for the waistband of his jeans and fumble with the button. He helps me, undoing it quickly and pushing them down. His cock springs free, and I stare at it in awe. It’s huge, easily ten inches long, and thicker than anything I’ve seen before, but it’s not the size that surprises me. No, it’s the knot at the base of his shaft. It’s bigger than a tennis ball, and I wonder how it will fit inside me.

He must notice my apprehension because he says, “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, and I can stop before...the knot. You probably can’t take all of it our first time anyway.”

I smile up at him and lick my lips. “That sounds like a challenge...but I like the sound of first time.”

He laughs. “First of many, I hope.” He pulls me closer again, his fingers working the buttons on the plaid shirt he loaned me. I’m completely bare underneath. Even my panties and bra were soaked by the deluge.

I shiver with anticipation as he pushes the shirt off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. They’re small, barely a handful, but he cups them reverently, stroking my nipples with his thumbs. The sensation sends sparks of pleasure straight to my pussy, which is already dripping wet.

His nostrils flare, and he growls softly. “You smell amazing.”

I blush at his confirmation that he can smell my arousal. “So do you,” I say shyly, inhaling deeply. His scent is musky and masculine, and it makes me want to rub myself all over him.

He kisses me again, harder this time, his tongue invading my mouth possessively. I moan into the kiss, pressing my body against his. His cock is rock-hard now, and I feel the heat radiating from it. I grind against him, desperate for friction while grasping it with my palm.

I swallow, a bit intimidated. There’s so much of it. “It’s big,” I whisper.

“Too big?” he asks, sounding worried.

“No, just...bigger than what I’m used to.” I wink. “Furrier too.” The fur is mostly around his balls and knot, but it’s thick and plush like the rest covering his body.

He chuckles. “The fur doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. I think it’s sexy.” I slowly stroke his cock, feeling the velvety skin slide over the hardness beneath. He groans, thrusting into my hand.

“Candice...” His voice is strained. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Good,” I murmur, continuing to stroke him. “I want you to lose control.”

He growls, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his cock. “Then get on your knees.”

My heart pounds as I sink to my knees in front of him. I’ve never tried to take such a large cock in my mouth, but I want to please him. I look up at him, waiting for further instruction. I expect him to ask for a blowjob.

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