Page 60 of Fangs for the Memories
He parts my thighs and settles himself between them, his cock looking even bigger magnified in the water. It juts straight up, a stream of white curling from the tip.
I’m hotter than I’ve ever been, partially because of the water, partially because I’ve never had sex in such a public position before. Even if the rest of Budapest is a long way away, at the same time, we remain in the heart of the city. Someone could see us. Someone could be watching right now.
I feel my core pulse with terrible desire.
I want someone to be watching as this huge, dominant, sexy werewolf does very bad things to me.
Perhaps, somehow, Ferenc picks up on my desires as he trails his fangs down the exposed skin of my neck, his fingers slipping between my folds and his thumb circling my clit.
“Damn you, Grace, you drive me wild,” he murmurs in my ear.
He delves deeper, curling his finger to hit my g-spot and send me convulsing over him, heat flowing through me, my channel milking him but at the same time wanting so much more.
“Fuck me,” I groan. “Here, now,” I demand, clambering on him, but he clamps his hands around my waist.
I find myself turned over, floating in the water, my hands resting on one of the stone ledges as Ferenc moves around behind me, parting my legs and wrapping them around him. His cock nudges up to my entrance, slippery, even in the water, and without ceremony, he drives inside my needy pussy.
“Good girl,” he rasps, “taking what she wants so readily.”
I daren’t open my mouth in case I accidentally swallow any of the water because he sets up the most demanding pace, plundering my weightless body and bringing me so, so close to climax.
“And look at what my little mate has for me,” Ferenc says as I feel a finger trace down my back and circle my bottom. “A sweet pucker all for me.”
His finger swirls around my tight hole, making me shudder and gasp.
“Have you ever been mated with both your holes filled, kedves?”
“No,” I moan.
He presses home his advantage, making it burn beautifully.
“Look at you, taking everything I have to give,” he rumbles.
I can’t speak, not anymore. Instead the pleasure he’s giving me tips into another climax, one which he uses to drive himself deeper, to take me completely. One which causes my body to flounder in the water until he steadies me, and I can feel every inch of me being possessed by him. My pussy, my bottom, all of me. It all belongs to him.
Because he makes my body and heart sing like no one has ever done. No one. I catch a glimpse of Budapest, pale in the snow. I know this is why I was drawn here.
To be railed within an inch of my life by a handsome werewolf. As my orgasm reaches its peak, I’m crying out his name, pushing back against him, making sure I can take every single inch.
His knot presses against me, sending tingles of intense pleasure through my body, more than even last night because I know what it is.
“I am going to breed you, little one,” Ferenc snarls. “Fill your belly full of pups so no one can deny you belong to me.”
I feel my channel give and enclose his knot as he howls and his hot cum fires inside me, his thrusts belonging to both of us as I trap him and he swells more and more, the stretch being just the right side of pain as he continues to come, filling me up, right up, right to the brim.
“Grace.” Ferenc heaves out a breath, pulling me against him as he settles on a ledge still below the surface to keep us warm, holding my back against his chest, my legs straddling his as his hips still circle and his cock and knot still pulse.
In turn, I cannot help but shiver and shake over him, causing Ferenc to whimper my name a few more times.
“You are my entire being, my mate. You fit me like we were born to be together,” he murmurs in my ear. “Like we should never be apart.”
Ferenc
With my knot buried in my mate, with the mere thought I might be able to make her stomach swell with pups, I doubt my knot will subside for some time, so I drop us further under the water and press kisses to the only piece of skin above it, her neck.
The heat generated by the water is enough to keep the air warm around us so ice doesn’t form on our hair, and I luxuriate in the pulse of our bodies as our collective climaxes ebb away.
Grace is perfection. Mating is perfection. I never want it to end.
