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rai ing her tail and mooing.

He looked like a rich cat, too, but that lame-ass line had to go! I can’t believe it worked for him before.

“You look good enough to eat. Can I interest you in dinner?”

He had to be kidding! I hope he didn’t pay someone to write those dorky pick-up lines for him ...

“Dinner all you interested in, big boy?”

Then the dream changed ...

His hand came down on her left butt cheek, stinging and sharp. “I’ll have some of this rump roast, darling. I usually prefer my meat medium rare and pink, but I’ll take it brown tonight!”

“Hey! Take your hands off me!”

Green eyes twinkled down at her. Dark blond hair fell to his shoulders and over his forehead. “You’re prime filet mignon, sweet bitch ... but I’ll have to replace this brand.” His finger stroked a white healed scar at her neck. “You stink of Hunter and I’ll have no other wulf’s scent on my mate.”

“No! I don’t want you! You’re not supposed to be in my dream!”

The man’s eyes narrowed and grew cold. “Oh, you want it, bitch, and I’m going to give it to you!” He grabbed her waist and slammed her against the light pole. Yanking her dress up, he pumped his erection against her mound. “Right here on Divisidero Street, like the whore you are!”

“No! I won’t let you! I’m not powerless. I won’t be a victim ...”

“Let me ...? You won’t let me?” He laughed, tightening his hands on her arms and dragging her against his chest. His face changed into the mask of a rabid wolf, bared teeth dripping with saliva. Sniffing close to her neck, the beast turned its head and whispered in her ear. “Bitch, after today, I’ll fuck you with or without your letting me. You’ll want my 82 Camille Anthony

cock. You’ll crave it, beg me for it ... beg me to keep my thick cock buried deep in your cunt!”

She struggled. He laughed and licked up the side of her face. She beat on his chest, screaming, “You’re not the one I want. You aren’t the one I dream of ...”

He sighed, unsnapping his jeans. “Well, you’ll just have to make do. You can’t have Hunter. I’ll never share my mate. Besides, you deserve this! What’s a wulf to do when a bitch meets him a the door wearing this tight, red

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dress, giving off cock-rising pheromones that

scream ‘fuck me’?”

“No! I don’t want you. I want Hunter!”

“Hunter! Hunter --!”

“I’m here, Melody, my Mel. Stop crying now, baby. Stop ...” Arms lifted her out of the bed into a firm lap. She fought at first, not sure who held her -- Hunter or Chase.

“Melody, it’s me, Hunter. Shush, my darling, shush!”

“Hunter ...?” Melody sat up and threw her arms as far around him as she could. Deep shudders wracked her body as she clung to him, running her palms over his cheeks and brushing his eyelashes with her fingers. “These things are different, not the same,” she muttered, her voice breaking as she catalogued his beloved features.

“You had a nightmare.”

Her arms tightened around him. “He followed me into my dreams. He’s wrecked everything, Hunter, everything! It was him at the streetlight, tonight, not you!”

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He hugged her close, his face soft with sympathy. She’d told him about her dream, how every once in a while, she relived the night they met. “Baby, what can I do to make this better?”

“Force him out.”

Hunter stilled. “Melody, much as I’d like to do just that, I need every wulf I can command right now. There’s an emergency on the Golden Gate Bridge. As usual, Morrison has dumped this in my lap. I can’t handle it alone.”

She leaned back and stared at him. She sniffed as a small smile tugged the corner of her lips. “I meant for you to force him out of my head.”

He relaxed. “You want me to fuck you. I can do that ...”

She shook her head. “He wanted to fuck me. I want you to make love to me. I want to make love with you. Fucking is what a wulf does to a ripe, fertile Breed. I want the emotions that go along with the bonding.”

Hunter put one arm behind her back and guided her down until she lay prone on the bed. “If that’s your definition, then we’ve never fucked. I’ve always given you the emotions.

They’ve always been there between us when we shared sex.” He mounded her breasts together and rubbed his face in the bounty. “I love you, Mel, not your breeder’s body, though it is one prime cushiony playground for me.”

“Show me ...?” she begged, opening her legs and making space for him to slide his big body between them. Her pussy lips opened, pulled apart by the tension in her thighs.

Hunter sat on his heels, resting his hands on his thighs, just gazing at her wet, gleaming flesh. He reached a finger to her glistening folds, ran it lightly through the crease. Her intimate flesh throbbed at his touch.

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“You’re so red and plump and juicy down here, sweet bitch. I want to lick you deep, lap up all those slick, hot streams of juice.” He glanced up at her from beneath his brows, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Remember what I did to you under the table in the restaurant?”

Melody opened her mouth, gasping for air as she suddenly found it hard to breathe.

She swallowed hard, hands coming up to pinch and roll the tips of her nipples. “Oh goodness, yes I do! I’ll never forget that -- not even if I contract Alzheimer’s.”

Hunter chuckled. “I don’t see that happening for ninety years or more.”

That brought her up short. “Are you kidding? I’ll live that long?”

“Probably much longer,” Hunter murmured, stroking her arms and legs, positioning them spread wide. “I’ll be fucking you that long, at any rate.” He bent down and ran his tongue up the inside of her leg, bypassing the liquid heat escaping her folds. “The normal life-span for a wulf is one hundred sixty years, give or take twenty.”

Melody arched her hips toward his mouth, presenting her vagina for some more much needed stimulation. He obediently lapped at her. “I ... uh ... oooh ... didn’t know that!”

“Mhmm-hmm ... and I’m going to spend every single one of those years fucking and eating this sweet, tight pussy.” He ran his fingers through her wet folds, dipping two inside and hooking them to spear the sensitive spot high up in the front of her sex. He brought his dripping fingers out and licked them, humming at her taste. “Delicious! Want some ...?” He offered her his fingers.

She licked delicately, never having tasted her own desire. She wrinkled her nose. “It doesn’t taste sweet to me.”

“Ah, but then, you’re not male. We must have different taste buds because this morsel is definitely sweet ... wild and tart with just a hint of nutty flavor.”

She swatted his chest, tweaking a male nipple. “You’re being silly.”

He dropped quick, stinging kisses on her eyelids, cheeks and lips, peppering her face with the teasing touches. “I’m just a horny dog chasing a little pussy. Gonna give me some?”

“Little pussy ...?” she asked, propping up on her elbows to glance down her dark, plus-sized body. “There’s no little pussy around here. On the other hand, if you’re looking for a lot of pussy ...” She let her words trail off as her legs fell open. Her knees touched the sheets as she raised one eyebrow, tossing the verbal ball back in his court.

“Put like that ...” Hunter laughed, fisting his cock and rubbing the bulbous head through the slippery juices coating her labial lips “You’re right. This is a big cock and it requires a whole lot of pussy.” He hovered at her entrance, pushing partway in and stopping.

She strained toward him, trying to force him further inside her. “What’s wrong?

Hunter, what’s the matter?”

He hissed through his teeth, holding his breath as he eased back out until just the head remained in her opening. Her nether lips stretched tight around his wide barrel. Her smooth, Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love

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dark brown skin contrasted with the pale tones of his. He swallowed hard, meeting her eyes.

His were muddy brown with worry.

“I’m low on control right now, sweet bitch. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you by fucking you too hard.” He lowered his face to hers, took her lips in a long, heated exchange of tongues and teeth. Groaning, he nipped her full bottom lip, pausing as he pulled back to soothe the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “I almost lost you this evening. The animal side of me is demanding I reassert my claim on you.”

She shifted under him, reached to stroke his cheek with gentle fingers. “Haven’t you learned yet? You can’t hurt me by loving me. As you keep telling me, I was created to withstand the pleasures and passions of a wulf in all his forms.” Melody deliberately shimmied her big body, rubbing her breasts and belly against Hunter’s stiffly held frame.

“As much as you need to set your claim on me, I need to feel possessed -- by one particular wulf. Take me Hunter. Ride me hard.”

He shuddered atop her, eyes beginning to glow as his grip firmed on her. Shackling both her hands in one of his, he dragged them over her head, stretching her upper torso beneath him. “I can give you rough ... and I definitely intend to possess you.”

His voice raked across her nerves like claws across her nipples. The thick buttons stood up on her heavy breasts, peaking hard and tight. He licked them, using the small teeth between his fangs to nibble on the succulent nubs. They grew firmer, jutted higher as he bent and took them, one at a time, into his mouth to suck on them, scouring them with the rough flat of his tongue.

Reflex had her trying to clench her legs, but the bulk of his body held her wide, held her open. She planted her heels on the mattress and pushed up, unsure whether she was trying to dislodge him or force him into her ...

“Yes, fight me, luscious bitch! I want nothing more than to subdue you, force you to my will.” His voice had gone feral, the deep rumbling tones causing a sluice of wetness between her thighs. Lord above, she freaking loved it when he growled at her.

Giving him what both of them wanted, she tugged against his restraining hands, fighting his hold on her wrists. He countered by clamping down tighter, yanking her arms higher above her head. Her breasts rose and fell, heaving with her labored breathing as she panted under him.

Her vagina flooded, awash with need, overflowing with silky, fluid excitement. His thick meaty head still rested just within her entrance, wedged tight in her small opening.

With a guttural cry, Hunter thrust sharp and hard, punching past the narrow constriction of her slit to invade the close confines of her hot, wet channel.

“Damn, your pussy is tight and hot around me!” Hunter praised as his hips slammed back and forth, ramming his cock in and out of her sex with superhuman strength. “Mother Moon, I love being inside you ... could fuck you all night long ...”

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Breathing hard, he slowed his thrusts, causing her to mewl in protest. “No, Hunter, don’t slow down ... I’m almost there!”

“Patience, my Mel ...” He shushed her with a kiss, refusing to increase his speed, no matter how much she begged. “I want you to feel something freaking fantastic ...”

Reaching down, he grasped his thick length right behind the head and pulled all the way out of her drenched pussy with a liquid, sucking sound. Before she could complain, he immediately punched back through the swollen portal, making only a shallow entrance before immediately repeating the action.

In on a thrust that penetrated her hard and deep.

Then out again, popping through her resisting folds accompanied by the loud carnal sounds of suctioning flesh reluctantly parting.

It was the most decadent thing Melody had ever experienced -- impaled over and over, undergoing a slow, deliberate fucking designed to send her out of her mind.

Over and over, he entered her, parted her slick folds to sink deep into her depths only to reverse and begin a slow, smooth total withdrawal that began the next brutally focused entry, forcing her labial lips to give way before his mushroom shaped head.

Her knees melted, fell away from his hips as her insides trembled under his slow, torturous assaults. Melody keened, teeth bared in a pained grimace of ecstasy as she reveled in Hunter’s version of sexual enslavement.

She languidly lifted her hips to him, knowing she would do anything to keep him fucking her like this -- slow, deep, and stimulating. Never in a million years would she forget the feelings he dragged from her, the sounds he drew from her -- the sheer, overwhelming lust he forced her to experience.

Sobbing, crying out for relief, Melody begged Hunter to allow her to climax. “Please, Hunter ... please let me come! Fuck me with your cock all the way in me.”

“Not yet,” Hunter gritted through clenched teeth, never ceasing his relentless, slow fucking.

Still clasped in one of his hands, her nails dug into his wrist, the only thing he allowed her to hold. “This ... ohh ... Hunter! This is ... cruel and ... inhuman ... punishment.”

“You want inhuman? I can do that!” Hunter lowered his body full over Melody’s and growled low and sexy in her face. Shifting his grip so he circled one of her wrists in each hand, Hunter flexed and morphed, taking on mid-form. Bulked and insanely huge, he now overfilled her, stretched her sheath past what was comfortable. The bite of pain made the pleasure that much more intense.

Ejaculating a short burst of the special fluid designed to ease his way by relaxing the muscles of her vagina to create virtual room in her strained slit, Hunter slid gently in and out, letting her grow accustomed to him in this greater size. The slick river flowing between Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love

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her thighs eased the way for his oversized cock. As huge as he was in this form, he plundered her vagina easily, riding his own lubrication and the cushioning wave of her fluids.

Gold eyes burning down into hers, he fucked her deep, thrusting slow and easy. Biting at her nipples and lapping his way up the valley between her breasts, Hunter bathed every inch of her upper torso with his patient tongue. Always seeking his mark, his unique scent on her skin, he extended his muzzle toward her neck, snuffling in the curve of her shoulder.