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He stopped at the foot of the bed. His gaze had gone from smoldering to outright fiery, leaving licks of heat on my skin as he took me in. I’d never been so exposed, so at someone else’s mercy, as I was in this moment. Balanced on the edge of ecstasy and fear, I was desperate for release. But I couldn’t ask for it. I knew, somehow, that to speak would break whatever spell Fraser had woven, and I didn’t want to escape it for anything in the world.

With deliberate movements, Fraser took his kilt off and tossed it aside. He stood there for a beat, letting my eyes take him in. I knew from the times I’d brushed against him when he’d been hard that Fraser had an above average cock. But nothing had prepared me for the sight of it.

It jutted proudly out from his body, impossibly thick and long, a pink head peeking out from a dark gray foreskin that matched the skin on his chest and hands. Veins ran the length of him and at the root, just above what had to be his short sheath where his cock resided within his body, was a pair of bulbous protrusions; his knot. The sight of it had me licking my lips. I wanted to take his hot length into my mouth, to taste him and make him growl as I massaged his knot. I wanted him as undone as I was right now, to ride his dick until he was a snarling mess under me.

As if knowing exactly what I was thinking, Fraser took his cock in his hand and gave himself two rough strokes.

“Not yet, Daphne.”

A whine curled up from my lips in protest and he laughed at me, the sound full of dark promises that I longed to experience.

Slowly, as if he were afraid to startle his prey, Fraser crawled up onto the bed and toward me. A bead of moisture fell from the tip of his cock and onto my calf, warm and thick. His hands seized my thighs and pushed me wider, spreading my pussy’s lips in the process.

“Stay,” he said with smirk.

I let out a shaky laugh. He was so close to where I needed him.

“Fraser…”

His hand on my belly stilled me. He was staring at my mons and cunt, and I hoped he wouldn’t mind the hair I had…and then thought that would be funny considering the fact he was covered in fur.

But then his fingers were spreading me more and I couldn’t think of anything at all as anticipation blinded me.

A growl of hunger rolled up from him. His rough hands held my thighs apart, the claws digging into my skin and he stared up at me from between my legs.

“Oh, Daphne,” his growling burr rumbled. “Do ya know what happens to beautiful women who play with big bad wolves?”

“No,” I breathed.

The grin he gave me was feral, hungry.

“They get devoured.”

Chapter Nineteen

Fraser

Moonlightandheatherfilledmy senses the moment she’d bared herself to me body and soul.

I had never been so overcome by the sight of a female as I had been when Daphne slowly disrobed in front of me. And then to show me her deepest fears, her secret scars. It had disarmed me utterly and I was powerless against it. She was my weakness, my greatest strength. She was the desire that could ruin me and yet I ran toward her, unable to help myself.

She deserved all that I had to give, broken and frightened as I was. She deserved more than me really. She deserved a male who wouldn’t have to restrain himself, wouldn’t live in fear of who he really was. But I shoved all that aside. I’d longed for this woman all my life, even if I hadn’t known it until now. She was the missing piece of my soul, the true north I’d been searching for. And if it took every scrap of strength I had, I would hold onto her.

And now, here I was, between her thighs at last, her body stretched out at my mercy. I indulged in a long inhale of her cunny, her scent rich and all woman. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with one long, slow drag of my tongue through her folds, I nearly unloaded my cock against the mattress. She tasted better than anything I’d ever had. I meant it when I told her I was going to devour her. I would, slow and savoring, until she was spilling herself over and over against my mouth.

My fingers parted her pussy lips more, until the swollen bud at the top was revealed, waiting for me to torture it. I chuckled against her mons, letting her know that something was coming, winding up her anticipation and getting a mewling whimper as a reward.

“You want me right here,” I withdrew my claws and brushed the tip of my finger against it.

She hissed and bowed her back off the bed.

“Tell me how you like it,” I demanded as I began to play with her.

“U-up…yes…circles…harder…nnnh!”

I took her direction greedily, a supplicant desperate to please his goddess. For that was what she was to me in this moment; my world, my religion. I worked until I found the right rhythm, until her hips bucked and her cries became nonsensical, unhinged. She needed more, needed to be filled and I was just barely holding myself back from plunging my aching cock into her. She would hold me so tight, I just knew it.

But I also didn’t want to hurt her. She had to be properly pleasured first.

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