Beastmen & Shapeshifters: Three Breeding Stories (7 page)

Then he was moving up my chest. His mouth on my breasts. My nipples between his teeth. His hard cock pressed against my pussy. I guided it inside. Heat. Fullness. Pleasure.

My arms twined through his hair. His mouth rose toward mine. Our bodies pressed together. I flung my hips against him each time he thrust into me. We fucked like our lives depended on it. I felt him get close--his breathing ragged, he plunged into me deeper and slower.

"Not yet," I told him. "Roll over. I get to ride."

He grinned. "You like to be in charge, don't you?"

I pushed his shoulder and he helped me roll with him until he was on his back and I sat astride him. I climbed up on my knees and set to work. Man or wolf, I didn't care. I knew what I wanted and he was going to give it to me.

I pumped my hips against him, a long stroke down, then a good grind against him when he was deep inside me. A minute or two of that and I could feel him stiffen back up. He was ready to cum, but I didn't care. My body buzzed like a hive of hornets. I swear, I could feel my hair tingling. I ground myself down into him again, but rather than lift up in a long stroke, I hammered myself against him, fast and hard.

His groan turned into a feral howl. My moaning became a keen of sheer desire. My orgasm exploded through me like a cannon shot that never ended. I writhed and bucked and clawed and screamed, borne on the wings of ecstasy. I rode him for all he was worth. It felt like an eternity, but finally I could felt him start to fade within me.

Then I collapsed right on top of him.

We lay together, sweaty and exhausted, until a gust of bitterly cold air blew into the cave. I looked up and my eyes met a pair of gleaming wolf eyes. We locked gazes for a long instant, then the wolf backed out of the tent.

"Did you just win a stare down with Romelu?" Luke asked.

"I guess."

He laughed. "You really are a strong woman. I don't think I've ever seen that happen. He has a will like stone."

"Then I guess I have a gaze like water." I leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. "Should we get dressed and let him back inside?"

"If we have to."

I climbed off him and cleaned myself up. We separated our clothes and got dressed, both of us practically glowing in the dim firelight.

I flopped down by the fire and stared into the embers. I had wanted to research werewolves, but I had no idea what to expect. Now that I knew, I was sad that the snow storm would ever end.

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