I point up to the trap door to the attic and pull down on the rope, releasing the ladder. I zoom up past him and am naked and ready for him on the bed by the time he makes it up a second or two later.
“There are distinct advantages to fucking a vampire, I give you that,” he says, stalking toward me.
A growl rumbles up into his chest as he climbs onto the bed, laying all of that gorgeous, muscled weight on top of me, fully clothed. The sweats he’s wearing are soft against my cock, and he slots his up against mine.
I moan as he rolls his hips. “Lazare, you feel so good.”
“So do you, baby. How do you want it today? Rough?”
I luxuriate in the comfortable bed, nodding.
“Sensual?”
More nodding.
“Sweet?”
I open my eyes and take him in a kiss. “Yes.”
“Did you remember to bring the lube with you?”
I reach under the pillow, grabbing it. Smiling, he takes off all of his clothes, one piece at a time, slow as he can be. Meanwhile, my cock is dripping, bobbing, angry about not being touched, most assuredly not impressed with the pace of things.
“Patience, little one,” he says, kissing the tip.
“Little?” I say, gesturing at my erection. “Nothing little about that.”
He frees his huge wolf dick from its confines, taking himself in hand. “It's all a matter of perspective,” he says, squeezing out a drop of precum and touching it to the head of my cock, which is, of course, dwarfed in comparison.
“No fair. Everyone’s small next to you.”
He smirks, proud of himself until I run the sides of my sharp nails against the sensitive skin. He shudders and pushes me back, pressing down against me as his deep kisses render me restless and dizzy. His hot skin is perfect against my cool skin.
Pulling back, he flips me onto my stomach before gripping my hips in his strong hands, positioning me at the perfect height for his cock. The click of the lube makes my dick twitch one more time, but it's his hot tongue against my hole that has me writhing.
“I love the taste of your ass,” he growls, nipping at the delicate flesh under the shelf of my ass. Taking his wolflike time, he licks and sucks at me, driving me nearly crazy. After softening me up, he enters me with his tongue, and my legs began to shake.
“Coming,” I say, unable to hold back.
He continues his assault, forcing his way in, adding fingers, mercilessly leaving my dick untouched. I whine, begging for his friction until—finally—his hand comes up to stroke me once, twice. And just like that, the bed is covered in my release.
He spins me, setting my ass down into the cooling spunk before putting me on all fours again, ass in the air. Once again, his tongue is on me, licking the cum from my ass, crack, and hole.
“Mmm, Fun Dip,” he rumbles against my undercarriage, so dirty that I’m immediately hard again.
“I need you. Inside. Right now,” I say, wiggling my hips at him.
With a growl, he settles in against the headboard, then pulls me onto his lap, my back against his chest. Steadying my hips with his hands, he pushes his impossibly perfect cock all the way in, and I let out a satisfied squeal. He smooths his hands up and down my chest, tugging on my nipples while biting at my neck.
“Wait.” I stiffen and look back at him. “If you break the skin, does that make me a werewolf?”
He rolls his hips, still pinching my nipples. “Hmm. No. If I were to bite you in my werewolf form, the result would beinteresting, but in my human form, you're okay.”
“Okay then,” I say, angling my neck. “Bite me and fuck me.”
Growling, he thrusts up while sinking his elongated canines into me, his knot expanding so quickly I come, hard. Sliding his hands under my arms, he grabs my shoulders from the front for maximum grip and viciously thrusts upward, growing impossibly larger around his base, trapping our bodies together.
I cry out, the pain a whiteout of pleasure and need, as if the orgasm stored in my body is arcing out from where his teeth are embedded in my shoulder, down my chest and belly before finally igniting in my low back, groin, cock, and ass. I barely warn him before I go off again, squeezing around him so tight that his pained growl is music to my ears.
