We made out while I lined his erection up with my slit. Considering his only experience with his ex, it was pretty clear I needed to take charge, and I was fine with that.
He’d get more comfortable in time.
We’d have fun while we worked toward it.
I moved my hips just enough to take the tip of him inside me. His responding groan and the way his hand tightened aroundthe back of my neck had me sinking down further, slowly taking more.
His hips jerked a little, his motions growing rougher. I could tell he was fighting to stop himself from reacting, but he was losing that fight. And I was glad he was.
I didn’t want him controlled.
I wanted him raw and real. Feral, even.
It was funny how the thing that had most worried me about his pack was what I liked the most. In bed, at least.
We moved together slowly. I responded to his failure at controlling his motions, and he eventually realized I wanted him to rock like that.
His thrusts grew harder and rougher.
The sounds of my pleasure—and his—became louder and more desperate.
Until finally, we came together.
The climax hit far more intensely than before. The way his massive erection throbbed with his pleasure dragged my release out for what felt like ages.
When I finally collapsed on his chest, dazed and blissed-out, I couldn’t help but think that werewolf sex was so much better than human sex.
And I promptly fell asleep.
Graham’s eyeswere the first thing I saw when I woke up next.
They were fixed on me. Tired, heavy with sleep, and completely focused.
His cock was still inside me, and thick and hard.
It throbbed when our gazes met. I had to fight back a grin.
“Hey,” I murmured, my bare body still sprawled over his.
“Hey.” His hand smoothed down my spine, like he couldn’t help it. “I should feed you.”
“I don’t want you to get up.”
His cock throbbed again.
“Want me to get off of you?” I asked him, just in case he wasn’t feeling it as much as he seemed to be.
His eyes darkened. “Fuck, no.”
“Good.” I closed mine again. “How long have I been out?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have a phone with me. Or a clock. It’s dark outside, though.”
So at least a while.
That was probably why I felt a little better.
“How much sleep am I going to need?” I asked, as a yawn stretched my cheeks.
