Page 96 of Feral

But I remembered how he’d looked at me, how he’d made me feel. No one had ever gazed at me like that. And even though the bite mark may be giving Fraser rose colored glasses, did that make it any less real?

I didn’t have the answers and maybe I wouldn’t ever if Fraser decided to stick to what we’d agreed on. All I had was now, and I could either trust in what was in front of me and enjoy it, or I could waste it in worry.

To hell with that, I’m going to take every second of this. Even if it breaks my heart.

My fingers had stilled on his body and Fraser reached back, eclipsing my small hand with his.

“Ya alright, lass?”

“Yes, just lost in thought.”

“Hmm…bad thoughts?”

I wound my arms around his neck and laid my head on his back, my chest pressed into him.

“Worries,” I finally said.

He didn’t say anything, just ran on hand up my leg, which was pressed against his hip and thigh. And with the other her lazily drew circles on my arm with one of his claws.

Unspoken questions seemed to hang on the air, like specters intent on infecting our happiness. How could I rebuke them and safeguard this bubble we’d just recently created for ourselves?

“I can’t speak to the future,” Fraser finally said, “but for right now, with you, I am the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.”

I let out a long breath and leaned harder into him. He was so solid, so warm and comforting. It was like coming home, being this close to him, and the last thing I wanted was to examine it too closely right now.

“Me too.”

Soon, Fraser’s hands became a little more insistent and I found myself being pulled around him until I straddled his lap, his cock nudging me as it grew by the second. His gaze raked over me, landing on my breasts, which were just barely submerged. He cupped one and brought it to his mouth, taking my nipple hard into his mouth. Coiled tension unspooled from where he was biting and sucking, luring me far away. Tighter and tighter he wound me until I couldn’t help but touch him too.

I reached between us and grasped him in my fist. He was fully erect now and my hand didn’t close over him. The fact that this had been inside of me, making me feel so deliciously full, rubbing and pressing on parts of me that I had thought were a myth, made my core clench and heat pulse through me.

Fraser let out a hiss as I slowly stroked him.

“Tell me what you like,” I urged.

“Ah…ya…you’re doing pretty good so far, lass.”

I tightened my grip a bit and when I reached the top where his foreskin was, I gave it a little twist. He nearly came out of the water, a tiny howl escaping his mouth.

“Just like that.”

I kept at it, alternating my grip until his head was thrown back and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth. It was a powerful feeling, to make this big, wild Werewolf whimper and plead with me to keep going. I could make him come like this, I could make him beg for more.

“Tell me what you want now,” I whispered.

I didn’t recognize the sultry, wanton voice that slipped out of me, nor the confidence to ask, nodemand, to know what Fraser wanted. It was like being drunk, uninhibited and free. Only instead of a monster headache in the morning, I had a feeling other parts of me would be aching. And I welcomed it.

Fraser whimpered and I began to slow my movements.

“No…No, lass…”

“What do you want, Fraser?”

“I can’t…you would no…”

“Please? Tell me...”

“I wanna fuck your breasts,” he yelped as my hand slipped. “I want to paint you with my seed.”

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