“Answer me, or I stop,” my wolf warns, deep, low, and dangerous.
“He’s…” Oh god, he bites my clit, and I nearly come. “Please,” I whimper and beg while grinding against his face.
“Tell me,” he growls.
“He’s… He’s licking her…” God, I can’t even say it out loud.
My wolf chuckles and pushes my knees to my chest. “He’s eating her ass? Just like this?”
My eyes pop wide, and I choke, “Fuck.”
I’ve never done anything anal-related in the past. He’s the first.
My legs shake as he pins them in place, keeping my hips rolled up, giving him full access to explore and defile me in this taboo spot.
And I love it.
Sweat dots my brow under my mask, and I want to rip it off. I want to rip his off, too; he must be dripping with sweat under that thick leather that encases his whole head.
He dips a finger into my pussy, and I clench around it; my body instinctively wanting and needing something of him to clutch. He pulls it out way too soon, but then he’s lubing up the tight ring of my back hole.
“Relax, siren.” My body listens, and I melt, and he pushes in gently. “I fucking love that no one has claimed you here.”
I moan as he pushes in a bit more, stretching me. It’s tight and not lubricated like my pussy, and I feel him withdraw, then feel a cool, liquid sensation coat the area and run down my skin.
Lube. Where the hell did he get lube? From inside his suit pocket? Or maybe there’s a goodie-trove under the sofa?
My questions never get asked because in the next breath, he’s gently working his finger back in, sliding in more easily with the lubrication. I’m astounded at how shockingly good it feels. My toes curl, my entire body tingles, and my back arches. He’s playing me like a finely tuned instrument.
And he’s going to make me sing.
While fingering my tight hole, he begins working my pussy again with his mouth. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge again. Only this time, he lets me fall over.
I scream as my orgasm hits—maybe made more intense because he’s been denying me, or maybe it’s because of the anal stimulation. Whatever the reason, I’m a starburst of pleasure and ecstasy. And he’s ravenous. Unrelenting until he makes me come for a second time, and then I’m sobbing and squirming,trying in vain to get away from the overwhelming pleasure shocking through me.
I’m a dazed, orgasm-impaired mess, and he flips me over and pulls my dress up, balling it at my waist to expose me. Then he pulls up my hips, and my knees follow.
I push up onto my hands and turn to look over my shoulder. His wolf mask is back in place, covering his face and neck, and his big dick is out of his pants, ready to impale me.
“Condom,” I choke out in panic.
His head snaps up from looking at where he was just about to slam inside me.
“Condom,” I repeat. “Or I safe word.”
His blue eyes are fire. But he finally nods, reaches into his pocket, and removes a package. He rolls the condom down his thick, long length, then grips my hips.
“Watch the couple in the other room while I fuck you, siren.” His voice sounds different with the mask on compared to when his mouth was exposed, and I chalk it up to the thick leather. “While Iownyou.”
A feeling of contentment and rightness settles over me at his strange words. And I obey, turning to face the couple in the next room, where he’s fucking her from behind as she writhes and cries in pleasure.
My wolf takes me then.
He doesn’t push in slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size; no, he slams into me. Violently. Possessively.
His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts, again and again.
I try to watch the other couple, but my vision is hazy, and the only thing I can concentrate on is how unbelievably good it feels to have my wolf filling me.
