Page 19 of Ensnared By the Werewolf

The motion is almost meditative with a spike of pleasure, and I let myself fall into it.

“Under this moon, I offer you my body, my soul, for claiming.Will you reject me?”I swallow.The moment is heavy with the weight of tradition and significance.If he denies my offering, there will be no future for us.We’ll leave this forest and go our separate ways.

Jack’s body tenses as if the truth in my head also echoes in his.

I circle my clit, and my breath shortens.Jack takes a step forward and stops.

“I want you, Jack.I want to see you when you take me.”When you claim me.The thought is too tender to voice.

That same wet-on-wet sound comes as the head of a fleshy cock unsheathes from the fur of his hips.

I watch it breathlessly, the circling of my finger on myself making my toes curl as inch by inch extends from him.

“This is what you wanted?”he asks, his voice rough with frustration.

I moan as precum beads on the pink head of his cock.

Jack tilts his head, considering me.

“You do want this.”His words are soft, almost marveling.His long fingers curl around the thick flesh of his cock, careful of his claws.When he strokes up, my legs draw in and a needy sound falls from my lips.

Jack narrows his eyes at me.“You want everything I have to offer you.You’re spreading your legs for me, teasing me with how good you smell.It’s heady, smelling the mix of my spend leaking from you.”

I tremble, and Jack continues.“You want me to fuck you into the dirt again.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

My cheeks burn and I pinch my nipple.I’m impossibly wet between my legs, a combination of us.I press two fingers in and inhale atthe easy slide.My hips tilt up for his gaze.

“I want you to claim me,” I say.

Jack breaks the scene for a moment to shake his head slowly in awed disbelief before resuming whatever sacrificial tradition we’ve started.

“Will you accept my body into yours?”he asks.

I exhale and swallow.My lower body feels heavy with want and I pull my legs wider.

The cock in Jack’s hand lengthens and my body clenches on emptiness.He approaches me, falling to his knees before my splayed thighs, tugging his considerable thickness even longer.

How did that fit inside me before?I don’t let myself ruminate on that thought.I need to take my mate.I need to prove myself.I need to be claimed.

“Please,” I beg.

Jack runs the head of his already shiny cock up my folds.The hot, wet touch has me whimpering.

“My mate,” he says as if in prayer before he continues in filth.“All open and offering yourself up to me.You’re so pretty like this, all pink and wet in the moonlight.”

“Jack, I need you,” I gasp.

“You need me to fuck you?”

“I need you to stay with me,” I say.My emotions are so close to the surface like this.I’m all aroused vulnerability and heartfelt earnestness.“I need you to wake up next to me in the morning and to get takeout together at night.My heart needs you.”

Jack bows his head.“I need you too.”

“Then make me your mate.”

Jack rolls his hips forward and the head of his cock presses in.The stretch of my body is slow this time.He freezes at my hiss of pain.

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