She turned in his arms and placed her hands on his waist, slipping her long fingers beneath his sweater. He shivered when she raised the hem along his chest, revealing the soft gray fur that covered him. He’d thought it ugly, animalistic, but there was no denying the fascinated light in her eyes when she saw him.
He raised his arms and bent at the waist, allowed her to tug the sweater over his head before he straightened once more. He felt naked, standing there with his furred body in plain view, but she leaned close and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, then found his nipple with her tongue.
“Ahhh.” The cry escaped without warning. He choked it off as she licked his taut nipple, circled it with her tongue. He felt the sensation in his nuts, felt the shock of her touch like a coiling flash of lightning. She nipped at him, and he almost cried out again, but he found some semblance of control, just in time.
She touched him all over, running her hands over his torso, across his back. She seemed to be fascinated by him, turned on by his bestial appearance…by him.
Suddenly her fingers were fumbling with the snap at his waist, trembling, tugging at the zipper. He grabbed her shoulders, needing something solid to hang onto, something to keep him from falling to his knees.
Last night had been a fantasy, a wonderful interlude with an unknown woman.
Today was a miracle.
After a moment’s struggle, she found the zipper, tugged it slowly down, released the pressure holding his damned cock in place. It practically jumped out of the opening, all glistening animal cock that it was. He might have changed his hands, but the penis still looked like something a dog would sport…a very large dog. He wondered if he’d ever get used to the sheathlike foreskin, the strange shape, the extra-sensitive surface of this organ.
He glanced at Xandi. She was staring at him as if mesmerized. Her tongue slipped out between her lips, licked both top and bottom, and retreated back into her mouth. He was trying to come up with some way to get that tongue to touch his cock when she suddenly dropped to her knees and pulled his slacks down over his hips.
Completely free now, his cock bobbed just in front of her face, the foreskin pulled back close to his body. She leaned over without any hesitation at all and licked the length of him. His knees almost buckled. He tightened his grip on her shoulders, and she looked up at him and smiled.
He was still trying to figure out the meaning of that grin when she leaned closer and took him in her mouth.
Mother of God! Only her sturdy grasp on his hips held him upright.
Her fingers dug into his butt cheeks, her mouth encompassed his cock, and her damned tongue danced the length of him, licking and tickling until he wanted to cry.
He moaned instead. More of a whimper, actually. Not very manly, but all he was capable of at the moment.
Her fingers squeezed and stroked his butt, her mouth did amazing things to his cock, and he thought his balls might explode from the myriad sensations.
She took him deeper, her mouth squeezing and milking him, her fingers digging into the crease of his ass. He was afraid he might lose it, afraid if he did, that damned knot in his dick would choke her. Silently cursing his regret, he slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips. She leaned over and licked the length of him. He jerked in response. She did it again, and her fingers found the tight ring at his ass and began to probe and press.
It was all he could do to step back out of her reach. “My cock isn’t human,” he said, knowing the regret in his voice would be more than obvious. “If I come in your mouth, if I lose control, the knot, the part that tied us together last night…I’m afraid it could choke you. I can’t risk that. Please?”
She licked her lips, as if tasting the few drops of pre-cum he knew she must have found, then nodded. He helped her to her feet, slipped his pants completely off and stood before her, naked. Human. Wolf. A combination of two species, unique among man and beast.
He expected anything but the look she gave him, the blatant lust radiating from her beautiful eyes, the thrust of her breasts peaking against the soft gown he’d left for her.
Without thinking beyond now, Stefan leaned closer and grabbed her gown in his fists, bunching it at her waist and pulling it over her head. She stood there in front of him, her breasts high, the nipples turgid, pointing out of the dark areoles as if begging for his mouth.
He reached for her, lifted the warm weight of her breasts in his palms and immediately lost himself in the feel of silky flesh against his callused fingers. Leaning over, he suckled first one nipple, then the other. She moaned. Her body swayed closer to his as he circled her nipple once more with his tongue, then released her with a quiet little pop.
She blinked, her wide gray eyes soft and unfocused. He took a moment longer to look. Her belly was slightly rounded, her hips shapely and full. The dark tuft of curls at her center had been neatly trimmed, enough so that her protruding clit showed through the damp thatch of hair. There was moisture on her inner thighs as well, proof of the arousal he’d scented even as they had breakfast.
She wanted him. Even knowing, seeing, who and what he was, she wanted him. Her body couldn’t lie.
“Oh, my,” he said, not even trying to hide his eagerness, his hunger. It was there, in his voice, in the catch in his breath, all the longing, the need, the lust. He started to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. He swallowed, and finally choked out, “You’re beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
He held out his hand to her, tugged her closer. She came willingly, breasts swaying, lips full and pouting. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in thick, shining russet waves, a dark, radiant cape. Her gray eyes sparkled now with laughter as much as with lust. Stefan felt his blood rise, knew his heart raced and the animal in him was barely under control.
When she drifted into his arms, raised her lips to his and kissed him full on his mouth, he let the beast loose.
Chapter 4
It was the most natural thing in the world to raise up on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. His mouth might have been more lupine than human, but Xandi already felt as if she knew the man within. She tested the seam of his lips with her tongue.
He parted them for her, teased her tongue with his, drew her into his mouth. It was different…the same…amazingly sensual, this kiss that was more than a kiss, with a man who was more than human.
She pressed her hips against him. She was just enough shorter than he was that his hard cock, still damp from her mouth, rode against her belly. The soft fur covering his chest abraded her nipples, and she wanted to dive into him, be a part of him.
He wrapped his arms around her and fell back onto the bed, then rolled both of them so that he was over her. She lay there beneath him, smiling up at the beast hovering over her. She sensed his indecision, his disbelief, that she could truly want him in this form.
Some small part of her mind wondered the same thing. What was she that she could so desire a beast? What strange lust made her loins ache, her pussy weep, her heart race?
He dipped his wolfish head and licked her jaw, his long tongue trailing across her cheek, finding her ear. She shivered, then laughed. “I imagine you can do wondrous things with that tongue,” she said.
He growled and nipped at her ear, then moved lower along her body. He stopped at her breast, suckled first one nipple, then the other. She felt the sharp curve of his tongue feathering the very tip, then the stabbing clip of his teeth before he laved her, licked her entire chest with that slick, hot tongue.
Whimpering, gasping tiny, frantic little breaths, she lifted her hips, searching for his cock, but it jutted straight forward, out of her reach. Stefan nuzzled her belly, lapped at the nest of curls between her legs, licked the crease between thigh and groin.
Slick moisture flooded her pussy. Her vagina