Page 49 of Fangs for the Memories
How has Ferenc made my body sing with just a few light touches? No human man has managed to bring me to orgasm so swiftly before.
He grins at me, licking at his glistening fingers as I sway in front of him. His arm is virtually healed. All that remains is the streaks of blood, staining the makeshift bandages and the bedclothes around him. A spear of desire, of fear, of need flows through me.
Ferenc is dangerous, that much is clear. And he wants me, wants to pleasure me, wants tobreedwith me.
A shudder wracks my body as my eyes alight on his cock. Pre-cum flows from the tip of this monster down to a great bulge at the base, above his balls.
He’s not wrong. I don’t know how he’s going to fit.
Ferenc lifts the dress over my head and tosses it across the room, hungry eyes gazing at my body, and for a moment, I feel incredibly self-conscious under his gaze.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me to him, his lips capturing a nipple, sucking deeply, his rough tongue lapping at my tight peak, his massive hand sliding down over my buttock and squeezing.
I grasp at his head, my fingers entwining in his shaggy hair, which is as soft and silky as I had hoped it would be. Ferenc makes soft, sweet noises as he guzzles at my breast, my pussy pulsing with every joyful sound. He changes nipples and continues, slipping a hand between my thighs, pushing me open for him so he can get access to my soaking folds.
I’ve never been bold in bed, but I let my free hand drop to the tip of his cock. It is huge, slippery, and hot as I slowly explore it, swirling my fingers over the tip. Ferenc’s hips thrust involuntarily with my touch, and he groans over my breast.
“I want you to sit on my face, kedves. I need to eat you,” he says wetly, pulling back from my nipple.
“I…I can’t, I’ll suffocate you,” I say, part desire, part horror flowing through me.
“I want you on my face,” he growls, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all and sliding down the bed. “Sit on me.”
If I felt self-conscious before, now I want to run and hide.
“Sit on me, or I will put you on me,” Ferenc growls. “Now.”
Feeling so awkward, I shuffle up to his head and swing my leg over him. Ferenc groans with pleasure.
“Such a gorgeous view, mate,” he says. His hands coming up to grip my bottom, he pulls me down onto him. “Such a pretty little cunt.”
The moment his lips hit my pussy, his tongue swipes through my folds, and I see stars. His stubble scrapes against my thighs, giving me a gentle burn and sending a shiver up my spine.
Ferenc spreads me wider, his talented tongue swirling around my clit and then back to my slit, delving deeper and deeper. I’m pinned in place, my hands grasping the headboard in an attempt to hold myself up, my thighs burning until Ferenc grasps my bum harder, pulling me down onto him, and sucks on my clit with a low, rumbling moan.
My core contracts, pulsing, needy, grasping at nothing. I flood him with my moisture as a climax overtakes me. I’m gasping, shrieking, unable to do anything but ride his face wantonly as my vision goes and I am in the moment.
“Good girl,” Ferenc rumbles, lifting me away from him, his face soaked, his fanged smile wider than ever. “Now you’re ready to take my cock.”
Again, he lifts me up, over him, down his body until his cock is pushing at my entrance.
“I don’t know if you’re going to fit,” I murmur, my brain not quite catching up.
Ferenc lifts his hips, and the massive tip pushes a little harder. I know I want him inside me. More than anything, I want to ride his cock as well as his face. His fingers explore my clit, and as I pulse, he drives himself home.
I gasp at the stretch and the burn. Ferenc gazes up at me, his eyes burning.
“Fuck, you are tight, little kedves,” he rasps. “And now you have full control of your werewolf.”
I slide down further onto him, hitting the strange bulge at the base. It presses into me, but there’s no way he’s getting that inside me.
Ferenc groans my name.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“My knot.” He studies me. “And you are going to take it.”
I lift myself up over him, pulling away and then shoving myself back. Ferenc gasps at my movement.
