Page 26 of A Wulver for the Week

And oooh, Lord. When he smiles? All the white teeth glitter, little white daggers, and a flash of pink tongue. Golden eyes glint, and the fire in his eyes is deeper than hunger. Deeper than lust. Craig holds my gaze like no one else ever has, like his soul is flowing into mine while stealing pieces of me for his very own.

One of his hands slides down my arm, then brings it up over my head. My other arm follows naturally, and I’m surprised when Craig clamps his palm down over both of my wrists, sandwiching them under a tight, unnaturally strong grip. “You’re the beautiful one. They should have named you Venus, beauty. But Venus was too shallow, love. She only liked the pretty men. Minerva, now she was wise enough to love with her mind and soul, not just her eyes.”

“You have to stop talking,” I gasp, arching up as his other hand plays between my thighs while his chest rests on mine.

“Why?”

“Because every word makes me fall more in love with you!” My eyes close as his fingers stroke insistently.

“Then, you’ll never shut me up—unless, of course, my mouth is otherwise engaged.”

“I’d pull your mouth down to a certain spot, but my hands are out of commission.”

“All you have to do is ask, Minnie.” He smirks. Yes, I can tell a smirk on his face as plain as if it was a human face with strictly human features. My conviction that this is right (not normal, sure, butright) strengthens.

“Well, then. I’m asking,” I hint, bumping my hips to his and shivering a little when I feel how hard he is, his length brushing against my belly as he shifts over me, kissing my neck, then my breast.

Another smirk, this one marred by the fact that his tongue is swiping across one of my nipples, shooting tingles down my spine. “By the time I’m done, I’ll have you begging.”

OOH, MY GARDENIA, MYsweet blossom... Minerva is just waiting to be plucked. Her nipples are like dark, sweet cherries that I can’t stop tasting. I suck on one, then the other, while my thumb slowly teases her clit, pushing it back and forth while I feel her wetness turning into a flood.

“Please... God, Craig, please. Inside of me, now.”

“That’s near enough to begging—but I’m not done with you yet.” I change the angle of my hand and press my fingers into her hot, silky entrance, almost coming on the spot when I feel how tightly she grips my fingers. This. This is the fruit that tastes the sweetest, the tight bud I can’t wait to open.

My fingers lay the groundwork, pumping in and out of her as her breathing changes, goes rapid, then ragged. “Patience. Don’t force things. Don’t rush things.”

“I’m not rushing, I’m ready. Desperate for you, Big and Bad,” she teases.

“I heard women need lots of stimulation before the climax. I got lucky down on the beach. I’m not trusting to luck again. I want to drive you to the peak and send you over when I plunge inside,” I whisper.

HE SAID HE’D HAVE MEbegging, and damn it if he’s not right. His pumping fingers tease and touch, pushing my limits but not sending me past them. “Afraid I can’t handle that big cock?” I challenge, biting his lip in between kisses. “Or afraid you won’t last inside me?”

“Don’t tempt me. Wulvers can’t wait to mark their mates.”

A shiver zips down my spine and bursts in my middle, making my pussy flutter around his fingers.Marking? Mates? “How does that happen? Some sort of bite? A scratch?”

“My knot, locked inside of your walls, while my cum fills you so full that you can’t help but come again and again. But that’s not for tonight.”

“Why not? I’m on the pill.”

With a grunt, Craig pauses over me. He finally lets go of my wrists so he can use his hand to stroke himself as he kneels over me. His other hand leaves my pussy and flies to his mouth. A long, agile tongue wraps around his soaked fingers, licking my juices from his skin.

I might come just from the show that man puts on, stroking himself while sucking my essence from his hand. “Fuck,” I hiss.

“Sure that’s what you want? Even this?” Craig’s hand glides lower, cupping the thick, veiny bulge at the base of his shaft.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” I make a grab for him, my fingers pushing in underneath his so that we stroke his hard length together.

That’s all it takes for him to slide in, stretching and filling me one delicious, tortuous inch at a time.

The first few take my breath away, and the next couple bring it back in a moan.

“Good?”

“Amazing.”

SUCH A TIGHT LITTLEhiding place, I think as I push my way inside, knowing I’m lucky to be allowed access to such a paradise. Minerva’s walls strangle me, imprisoning my cock in hot, wet softness. At first, I don’t think I’ll be able to move. I definitely don’t think we can lock together with my knot inside of her, but the more I thrust, the more she arches, and the deepermy cock disappears. “You have a magic pussy, beauty,” I grunt, holding myself deep inside of her. “Swallowing me whole, aren’t you?”

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