He laughed, then dipped his head and licked her from asshole to clit. One long hot sweep with his tongue. Then he sat up, kneeling between her widespread thighs, and grinned at her, exposing his huge canines, the tip of his tongue.
The blend of man and beast was no more evident than in this posture. The beautifully molded body, the strong chest and powerful arms, the rampant cock all swollen and damp, the alert, forward-pointing ears, the amber eyes with their feral gleam, the teeth and muzzle of the wolf.
Waiting. Watching. Laughing silently at her. She bucked her hips, unable to reach him, then pounded her fists against the tumbled blankets.
“Shit. Oh, shit. You’re not going to do that and stop. I won’t let you!” She tried to look furious. Burst out laughing instead. “Down, boy. Down!” she ordered, shaking her finger. “Behave, or you’re going outside.”
He blinked, as if her command caught him by surprise. Then he grinned, dipped his head and licked her once more. Thoroughly. From one end of her crotch to the other, with a quick pause to dip his tongue deep within her streaming pussy.
She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Could merely hold herself immobile and experience something she’d never, not in her wildest fantasies, imagined. His long tongue moved inside her, curled and licked the walls of her pussy, then flicked her swollen clit before lapping once more across her mons.
When he raised his head, her juices covered his muzzle. Xandi’s heart was pounding so hard, she was afraid it might explode. Her vagina contracted over and over, but her climax hovered just on the other side of sensation.
Stefan cleared his throat and grinned at her. She’d already grown used to his canine version of a smile. “Tell me, mistress. Are you interested in obedience training?” he asked. He stretched his tongue around his muzzle and licked his mouth clean, as if emphasizing his animal side. “I should warn you, I don’t do well on a leash.”
She could barely catch her breath to answer. Humor was almost out of the question at this point. She gave it a try. “Maybe just a collar? When I tell you ‘down,’ though, I expect you to obey.”
“Ah, down? Like this?” Once more he dipped his head. This time he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her closer to his mouth. Her legs hung limply over his arms. She whimpered as he lapped carefully, licking her slowly, thoroughly, not missing a single spot between her legs—except her clit.
“Oh, God…yes…like that. More. Please,” she whimpered. “More.” She clutched at the bedding, arched her hips, hoped like hell he’d find her button, but he laved everything else instead. Her pussy throbbed, her juices flowed, until she was barely aware of his fingers moving across her buttocks, finding the crease between her cheeks, rubbing the tight ring of muscle at her ass.
Suddenly his tongue found her clit as his thick finger breached her anus. Too much! Too fucking much! Screaming, she arched her back and clamped her cheeks tightly against his hand. He held her immobile, his tongue stroking her clit, then diving into her pussy, his finger pumping in and out of her backside, finding a slow and sensual rhythm in counterpoint to her frantic attempts to thrash and twist.
He brought her down slowly, whimpering and gasping, her legs quivering, her pussy streaming, as her orgasm settled into a slow, rhythmic pulsation.
She gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, waiting, hoping. He couldn’t possibly think they were through, could he? She watched as he sat back on his heels, his huge cock glistening deep red in the filtered light streaming through the blinds. The smooth fur covering his body glistened as well, the silver tips of his amazing pelt catching the sunlight like diamonds.
Xandi reached out and touched him, her fingers barely connecting with his cock. It jumped at the brief contact. Stefan growled, deep in his throat. She looked up at his face, startled by the sound, but his head was thrown back, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth twisted into a snarl. She knew immediately it was a sound of desire, not anger, of an almost desperate need for her to touch him.
Slowly she encircled his penis with her fingers, holding his thick cock carefully in her hand. His hips thrust forward, an involuntary move, she thought, but it was more than obvious he wanted her. Badly.
She arched her hips and scooted closer, placing the very tip of his penis against her swollen, wet labia. Still grasping him, she swept his cock back and forth between her legs, coating him in her fluids. He groaned, then leaned closer, easing just the tip into her welcoming pussy.
He moved slowly, carefully, but she urged him on with slow undulations of her hips. She took him this time without any trouble, fitting him deep inside, until the broad head of his penis rested solidly against her womb, the weight of his testicles pressed snugly against her ass.
His face was lifted up, his eyes closed. He panted, as if struggling for control. She looked at him, at the wolven countenance of a man so far removed from the beast, yet so much a part of the creature, and felt the first true stirrings of real emotion, of passion beyond lust, of need and caring and warmth.
She knew he hurt, knew he hated the animal countenance he’d cursed himself with. She found it exotic, intriguing, sensual. She spread her legs wider, lifted her hips to force him more solidly against her cervix, then grasped his lean hips in her hands. “Open your eyes, Stefan. Look at me the way you want me to see you. Please? Open your eyes.”
Slowly his breathing eased, and he settled himself between her legs, then he looked at her. There was a wild gleam in his amber eyes, a look that told her he was close, so close, to the edge of whatever kept him human, whatever remnant of his soul controlled the beast.
Xandi reached up and swept her fingers across his muzzle, feeling the sharp prick of stiff whiskers beside his nose, the sleek line of his jaw where the strong muscle blended into his throat. “I want you, Stefan. You. The way you are. The way you feel in me. The way you touch me.” She paused and turned his head so that he looked at her directly, his bright canines gleaming in the morning light, the pink curve of his tongue visible between his teeth.
“The way you look, Stefan. I love the way you look.”
An expression of what could only be pain filled his eyes, but he began to move, his hips slowly thrusting deep inside, his strong hands grasping her waist. She caught his rhythm, joining with him, man and woman, mating in a dance older than time, hips thrusting, hearts pounding, as he increased the tempo, picked up speed, filled her.
In this position, she felt him even more than she had last night. His cock was hot, burning her with each slick penetration, rubbing her sensitive flesh, bringing her closer and closer once more to her peak.
His breath exploded in short, sharp gasps. Close, so close, to her own orgasm, Xandi struggled to stay with him, watched his chest swell, his jaw clench. Suddenly he threw back his head and shouted, words unintelligible, a victory cry, as she felt him grow, felt the swelling in his cock slip past her thickened labia, filling her, locking the two of them in a climactic knot.
She fought a moment’s panic that he was too big, that she’d tear, that he’d hurt her, but the link was there, once again, the connection that was more than mere sex. The moment she felt it, her body reacted—her muscles stretched and adjusted, holding him deep inside, squeezing each spurt of semen out of him. Connected, mind and body, in total sync, her own climax slammed into her, the coil of heat practically exploding across her body, wringing a long, strangled cry out of her.
Panting, gasping for air, Stefan collapsed forward across her chest. Xandi wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, stroking his neck and shoulders, kissing the side of his face. She tasted salt on her tongue, knew she cried, but wondered if the tears were all hers, or possibly Stefan’s as well. He shuddered in her embrace, took a deep, quavering breath, and that question was answered.
His cock still pulsed, deep, rhythmic undulations against her womb. Her own muscles spasmed around him, matching his cadence, holding him tight.
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