Page 31 of Red

“You’resomistaken about that, by the way. My pills didn’t go bad.”

Oh, she’s going tofreak outwhen I reveal the reason and upsetting her is the last thing I now desire. I absolutely hate hiding the truth from her, but I also need her tochoosethe life with me, not make her feel like she’s pushed to this.

“I’m positive,” I only tell her. “Regardless, they wouldn’t do much for you with me.”

“Does it mean we can’t have sex without the risk of pregnancy?”

“Impregnation can occur solely during the full moon. And you, of course, must be within the ovulation window at the time. Which you ultimately will be because that’s the way it goes with mates. But it’s highly unlikely for anything unplanned to happen.”

“Why do I sense a catch?”

“Remember how I told you that a full moon makes my kind a bit more unhinged?” I remind and she nods. “Well, that obviously affects my control around you, too. Add the change in your pheromones on top of that.” I swallow. “And if you think your heat is bad now, just wait until you ovulate.”

“Calendar method and self-discipline it is then!”

“I don’t know about that. Once I have you, I’m not stopping.”

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, giving me those irresistible bedroom eyes. And I know she’s thinking about it. “Fine, but you’re changing the diapers.”

“Yea? You want me to breed you?” I dig my nose under her turtleneck and onto her pulsing jugular as the scent of her arousal envelopes the air between us. “Oh, it’ssoinappropriate of you to be this willing,” I reprimand jokingly while I taste her skin.

“Uh, you left me sorta on edge there earlier, you know.” She plays it off, trying to deny how much the idea excites her. But she can’t fool me. We share the same feral need for each other.

“Now you know how I feel.”

My hand slides down her inner thigh and my digits graze over the seam of her tight pants where I can feel the wet spot.

I taunt, “You’re insatiable.”

“Hey!” She punches my arm, only hurting herself, as I keep petting her pussy. “I can’t help it. You’re driving me wild!”

“How much do you like these?” I ask, my voice nothing but mischief.

“Huh?”

I have no patience to wait for her response. My claw swiftly slashes the material, revealing the sheer lace of her black underwear.

“Just add them to the list of things I need to replace.”

“Fuck!” She quivers in thrill.

I place her down onto the boulder as I kneel in front on the ground. Spreading her legs wide, I rip the crotch area some more and expose her fully.

She starts to giggle, but it ceases when my tongue slides over her saturated panties against the slit of her cunt all the way up to her clit and back down to her entrance.

Her fists clench on the fur of my head as she arches her back, demanding more.

“If only you knew the power you hold over me,” I rasp, more so talking to myself, as I pull this skimpy piece of fabric to the side, baring her dripping hole to me.

Without any warning, my tongue darts in her hot channel as I ravish her, purring. I place my hand flat on her lower abdomen to keep her body from thrashing too hard. With the pad of my thumb, I simultaneously play with her tiny button while I penetrate her deeper.

Julia keeps moaning loudly; an echo of herpleasure travels through the mountains only to disappear in the tranquility of the night. Except wildlife, there’s nobody around in miles radius at such late hour this time of year.

I focus on a much squishier spot inside her on the front wall, resembling a walnut in shape, which judging by her—even more profound—cries, she enjoys the most. Curving the tip of my tongue upwards, I rub it rhythmically, being rewarded by the rush of moisture pooling up.

“Wait! Wait!” Red yanks at my ears.

I retract to give her a breather, but I never release my jaws. “Just let it happen, baby.” I lap up all her nectar. “You’re so sexy,” I assure her before dipping my tongue back into her.

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