Page 37 of Howl For Me
Gavin wove his fingers in her hair, gripping her tight while he guided her down on him. He thrust his hips, pushing his cock farther. She basked in the feel of him fucking her mouth. He’d given her the control to please him, but now she was returning it, wanting him to find pleasure in her. Her pussy was soaked, pulsing with need. She wanted to feel this thick cock spreading her walls and going deep inside her.
Gavin’s cock seemed to swell in her hands as she quickened her pace. Her hand slid easily along him while she sucked the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. She could stay here for eternity and never get enough of his taste.
“Damara. Baby, come here.”
He tugged her hair, and she pulled back, away from his cock. She continued running her hand along him while glancing up at him. One look in his eyes silenced her protest. He brought her up along his body, making her straddle his waist.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouted playfully, resting her hands on his powerful chest. She wiggled her bottom, his member brushing the swell of her ass.
“I swear you can suck my cock again.”
Her breath caught in her throat with his promise. His dark eyes were locked on her as she propped her hands on the bed over his head.
He nestled the blunt tip of his cock in her moist folds. “You’re so wet. God, Damara, I’ve missed you so much.”
She leaned down, her sight blurry from the tears that gathered. Their lips met in a powerful kiss while he surged forward, burying his length inside her. He captured her cry with his lips. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his invasion. Her pussy was stretched to capacity, giving her the one thing she’d craved.
To feel complete.
They were a perfect fit.
She sat back and smiled. She blinked a few times to try to clear her sight. Deep in her heart, she hadn’t realized who or what she’d been missing. Her wolf had been attempting to tell her all along that it was Gavin who she was missing.
“I missed you, too,” she admitted truthfully.
He reached up and wiped the tears from her face. She sniffed, trying to hold back the waterworks. Her core clenched around his length, eliciting groans from both of them.
“No need to cry, baby. You’re home.”
She bit her lip and nodded. She pulled up and slowly impaled herself on his length again. A moan tore from her lips once she repeated the motion, setting a steady rhythm.
“That’s right. Ride me.”
His words echoed in her head, but she became lost in the feel of him pushing deep within her. His strong hands gripped her hips, guiding her down onto him. His lips closed around her bud, and she cried out. His tongue teased her nipple.
“Gavin!” she gasped, bracing for her pending release.
Her breaths were coming fast as she was becoming consumed by Gavin. Her wolf released a howl, wanting to come forward. Her gums burned, stretching from her canines trying to push their way forth.
His growl ripped through the air. He took control and slammed her down on him in quick, hard motions. He nipped her breast with his fangs, and her body trembled.
“Come with me, Damara,” he demanded.
It was all she needed to hear.
Her body exploded.
She let loose a growl before it morphed into a scream. Her body was overcome with emotions and the sensations that rippled through her as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Gavin released her breast and threw his head back with a roar and joined her.
Damara collapsed onto Gavin’s chest, out of breath. He thrust again, shooting his seed deep within her womb. His warmth filled her, comforting her soul and her wolf.
She was officially home.
She closed her eyes and allowed darkness to take her.
* * *
“I’d like to make a toast,” Damara announced, holding her wineglass in the air.
