Page 98 of Hunted By Her Demon Wolves

She took that as her cue to climb into his lap and wipe the crumbs from his mouth. Just the act of touching his lips while her thighs pressed against him set her body aflame. Her fingers lingered, sweeping across his lower lip. The way he looked at her, worshipped her, while he gently nipped her finger with sharp canines, swept her under lust’s spell. She kissed him, tentatively at first, until he deepened the kiss with a growl, his hands roaming down her back. Her hands were all over him, pushing open his robe, so she could feel his hard chest beneath her palms. He tasted like wine and bread, and his spell on her deepened, a surge of desire rolling through her. She wanted this. She wanted him, her sweet gamma who wanted to wait for the right time to make love to her. She prayed now was that time.

They were both heaving for breath by the time he broke the kiss. “Bennu,” he whispered against her mouth, “are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m ready.” Moisture soaked her panties as she ground against that hard protrusion pressing against her thigh. She didn’t care that he called her Bennu. In fact, hearing that name sparked a distant memory of her name on his lips while he made love to her in a fragrant garden. “I’m ready.”

He kissed her again, ending with a tug on her lower lip, his lengthening canines scraping her skin. “Where?”

“I don’t care.” She dragged her hands through his hair, making a point to tease those spikes on top of his head. “I need you now.”

He groaned into her mouth, then knocked back the chair, carrying her across the terrace in long strides. “You deserve better than a table,” he said as he carried her down a set of stone stairs, beneath a trellis of bright flowers, and into a pretty garden with all kinds of blooming flowers. When he laid her down on a bed of grass, she knew they’d made love there before.

He slipped that thin nightgown over her head, and her breasts pebbled in the cool air. She wrapped her arms around herself suddenly feeling shy. But when his nose lengthened and he let out a predatory growl, all modesty was forgotten. More moisture seeped out of her, and her pussy swelled and ached to be filled.

She held her arms out to him, and he slipped off his robe and knelt between her legs, his hard cock jutting toward her like a spear.

He bent over her, licking those full lips and sharp canines, his greedy gaze devouring her body. His eyes flashed demonic red. “I’m going to devour you.”

The breath expelled from her lungs. “Oh.”

He nuzzled her pussy with a growl, his tongue flattening against her panties, licking that barrier between them.

“Holy flame!” She gushed and gushed, soaking her underwear.

With agonizing slowness, he peeled that barrier away with his teeth, nipping and licking her thighs along the way. Great Ancients, she was on the precipice of having an orgasm and he hadn’t penetrated her yet.

Snarling, she kicked off her panties. She held out her arms to him, not ashamed at the desperation that punctured her words. “Please. I need you inside me now.”

“Don’t worry, my love, I plan on it.” He licked his lips again, his tongue darting out like a serpent, rolling and stretching until it dipped beneath his chin.

Holy flame! She had no idea his tongue was that long.

He latched onto her thighs, spreading them wide. And her sweet gamma transformed into something otherworldly, something unholy, a beast made for sinning as he dove into her pussy, his long, serpentine tongue sliding into her wet heat, stretching and probing every dripping crevice. His mouth latched onto her pearl, sucking, sucking, his teeth scraping her sensitive flesh, and his tongue swept through her, thoroughly tasting every inch of her until she could no longer withstand the torture.

The orgasm consumed her, and she cried out his name before surrendering to the fire that pulsed through her veins.

All the while, he sucked and sucked, and thrust his gloriously long tongue inside her, until she came again, weeping from the pleasure.

Her chest was heaving, her inner wolf whimpering, by the time he climbed up her body, seating himself inside her dripping sex with one smooth thrust. She lifted her hips to give him better access, and he tenderly made love to her, his thrusts gentle and slow, his love conveyed in his passionate kisses. She clung to him as if they were falling into the abyss again. Their bodies thrust together in such perfect rhythm that she never wanted it to end. In that moment, she remembered. Not everything, but she knew they’d made love in the garden this way many, many times. And she remembered how much she loved him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head when she stroked his horns in time to his thrusts.

He pounded her deeper, harder, his eyes flaring, his canines flashing. “Are you trying to make me come?”

She smoothed her knuckles down the side of his face. “I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”

He stilled inside her, a cyclone of emotions swirling in his eyes. “Then bond with me, my love.”

Her eyes misted, and she ran her thumb over his lip, wincing when he gently nipped her skin, sucking out her blood. He bit his own thumb and dipped it in her mouth. Her eyes locked with his as she sucked his thumb.

And I will love you for a thousand eternities, he whispered in her mind before thrusting into her again.

She fell under his spell, unable to tear her gaze away from his as she met each of his thrusts, her breasts bouncing as he moved harder, faster. A hiss tore from her throat as she neared climax. Fur sprouted on his face, and he latched onto her breast, his smooth claw flicking across her nipple.

The orgasm that claimed her took her to the stars as she cried out his name. He kept pumping into her, harder, faster. One orgasm tumbled into another and another, and she feared her heart would beat out of her chest. He stilled with a roar as her sex clenched and milked every last drop of his seed.

They clung to each other the rest of the night, alternating between gazing up at that canopy of stars and loving each other all over again. And with each tender caress, each gentle thrust, he brought back many of her memories, until she was Bennu and he was her demon prince, and their souls had been yearning for this moment for centuries.

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