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He holds my thighs hostage as he snarls at my opening, and instinctively I shift my legs wider. I’m a panting mess as hefucks me with his tongue in earnest, and in the back of my mind I’m aware he’s readying me for his cock. His muzzle, a mix of sharp canines and snapping jaws, licks wickedly at my center and I howl. My hands turn to claws, digging into the soft ground beneath me as he pummels me with his maw and I push back to meet him.
Shame and desire mingle in my throat as I twist my hips and ride his fur-covered face, needing more, wanting to come.
“Holy shit, please,” I cry out, when he misses the spot inside me that will send me over the cliff. “Please, Connor.”
His chest rumbles a heavy purr, sending shattering waves of vibrations to my overly sensitive clit, and I let out something between a cry and a sob. A lusty feeling steals over me the next second and I scream, tasting the earth as I coat his tongue with my orgasm.
My pulse quickens as a delicious shudder rocks through me, but my body comes on nothing, Connor’s mouth notably absent. I’m devoid of anything to clench down on as my climax keeps going. I want to scream for him to fuck me, but my voice is a strangled moan, my throat dry and pained.
He suddenly yanks my hair, making me hiss as he pulls at my scalp to put me on all fours. “Up, Whitley.” His voice is rough and garbled as if he can no longer make full sentences. “Need inside.”
I need that too.
My body shivers, saturating my thighs with wetness when he purrs and grabs my thick hips in his claws. One scratches a bit roughly and I yelp, but it morphs to a scream as he impales me on his big cock. He stretches me, forcing my body to melt around him, stripping away everything but need. Then he moves with speed without giving me any time to adjust, his body huge between my open thighs, and I feel so small in comparison.
I cry out to the forest, uncaring if anyone hears, as his hips slam against my ass. His cock feels different, bigger and harder somehow, like it’s wrapped in fucking steel.
“Fuck,” he snarls, and yanks my hair back, forcing me to look at the stars.
He fucks my pussy hard, ramming into me, growling and snarling like a beast. If he goes any harder or faster, he’ll split me in two and Iwanthim to. I want him to annihilate my pussy.
Hard, rough strokes shake my body, shunting me forward, and he huffs wildly. He lets my hair go to secure my hips in a bruising grip, and I look back eagerly at him fucking me. His big ears are flat against his scalp, maw parted and fangs bared. He is magnificent.
My body is trembling, aching and on fire. I need more—I need to come. I needhimto come.
“Give me your knot,” I plead, my incisors aching to bite him.
“Whitley,” he groans, and I watch as his head tips back even further. “Shit. Feels so good. So soft and wet.”
The deep huskiness of his voice makes me shiver. It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound so turned on in a wild man kind of way, rather than dirty talking to get me to lose it.
My hips buck beneath him, questing for his knot I need so badly. My knees scrape against the dirt and debris of the forest, my heavy breasts bouncing from each of his slams. The cold air at my front has me melting from the heat of him at my back, then he shoves deep inside my abused pussy and my eyes roll back.
I let out an inhuman wail when his cock starts to swell inside me. Connor grunts as the base begins to thicken, his claws gripping me ever so tightly. His knot pushes on my G-spot, sucker-punching it repeatedly until I see fucking stars.
I convulse and scream when my pussy tightens, clamping down on his inhumanly hard, knotted dick. Euphoria spreads through me, and I tear at the ground as my mind blazes yellow.
“Fuck, yes!”
Chapter 36
Connor O’Doyle
A fur-midable presence.
I gripher ass hard and finally bottom out, some part of her body making way for me, for my knot. Elation spreads that she would want this, would want melike this. I’ve never been able to fuck in my wolf form before, and it feels amazing.
Tears leak from the corners of her eyes as her pussy clamps down on me like a vise. I grin and rake my teeth down her neck as she comes, her face flushed a pretty pink. She is covered in dirt, debris, and is peppered with claw and teeth marks—and she has never looked more beautiful, or more mine.
“More,” I tell her, my dick feeling like it will explode if I don’t come soon.
A groan climbs my fur-covered throat, followed by a sharp whine when she clamps down.
My knot deep inside her is becoming painful, making my cock ache even more than usual.
“Please,” she begs so sweetly underneath me.
She whimpers harshly, and yellow peeks through her lowered eyelids even as she remains in human form. Her hair isin wild disarray, and sweat glistens on her skin from head to toe as she whines and cries on my dick.
