Page 50 of Fangs for the Memories
“Wicked mate,” he exclaims.
“You’re not getting that in me,” I respond.
The smile which steals over his face is the baddest I’ve ever seen. In a single smooth, fluid movement, Ferenc flips us over so I’m caged beneath him. His hips circle as he withdraws and thrusts back, making me huff with delight.
He feels so good inside me. I’m so full, so very full.
“Look at you, taking all of my cock.” Ferenc gazes at where we are joined. “So pretty, so tight.” He groans as I pulse over him.
His lips hit mine as he starts a slow, steady rhythm. My senses are taken up completely with his dominant kiss, his citrus scent, and all the other sensations of his huge cock plundering my channel, hitting every pulse point, hitting my clit, sending me spiraling up and up towards another tremendous orgasm.
Over me, Ferenc growls, sweat sheening his skin, his jaw tight.
“I want to knot you, kedves, but you are not ready.” He groans.
I’m not sure what he means by knotting me, but I can feel the huge bulge at my entrance each time he buries himself in me. It feels like it wants to go in, and yet it’s just too large.
I can no longer speak as my climax crashes through me, my body pulsing, flooding,consumingFerenc, making him groan with pleasure and pain as I clamp down on his cock, unable to stop myself from digging my fingernails into his skin, from biting down hard on his shoulder as he thrusts irregularly upwards, the bulge insistently pushing against my hole.
Then, in a moment, a brief, sudden snap of pain and delight, it pops inside me, and Ferenc lets out a roar as he comes, hot cum painting my insides, my body claiming him as I convulse with yet another orgasm. It’s as if I’m being bathed in pleasure, a hot werewolf growling up a storm as he shudders over me, his entire body moving with me as he shudders out his climax.
“Kedves,” he breathes, gathering me close in his arms. “My perfect little mate.”
Grace
There’s somethingdifferentas Ferenc’s eyelids droop. He feels somehow…stuck inside me.
“Ferenc…” I wriggle slightly, trying to work out what is wrong.
My big werewolf groans. “If you keep twitching on my knot, we’ll never be loose.”
“What…”
“My knot,” he says, his stunning dark eyes on mine. “It has swelled inside you, kedves, so my seed can take root.”
“I don’t understand.” I stumble out the words, a brief panic heating my skin until Ferenc grasps my chin.
“Have you never heard of a werewolf knot? I thought there were reams of human literature dedicated to them. Along with plenty ofwebsites.”
I feel my cheeks heat, panic deserting me. “I’ve not really paid much attention to…monsters,” I say shamefully.
“Which is a good thing, Grace.” Lights of mirth dance in Ferenc’s eyes. “Because if you had, I would have to rip them to shreds.”
“But this knot?”
“When a werewolf mates, he knots his female, ties her to him to ensure his seed is the only seed within her.” Ferenc growls. “There are oftenotherswho might wish to stake a claim and so knotting a female is the way to ensure she carries his pups, and his alone.”
Another feeling sweeps through me, one which both heats and chills me at the same time.
“Is it the same for human females?” My voice is hoarse. “Does the knot mean we can…get pregnant?”
Ferenc nuzzles at my neck.
“I hope so, kedves,” he murmurs. “I want to see you ripe and round with my pups.”
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so shaken and so wanted.
“You do?”
