I don’t argue as he works the clasp, and my breasts fall free.
His wolf rises at the sight of me, stretching just beneath the surface until I can feel it reaching out to me. Elliot hums deep in his throat, leaning forward to give it what it wants.
He draws my nipple into his mouth, tonguing the hard nub as he pulls my underwear down my legs and tugs me forward.
My knees hit the bed as he squeezes my ass, and I straddle him as his arms come around me.
“Are you sure?” I ask, drawing his attention to my face.
His eyes are heavy with lust as he looks at me, but he shakes his head.
“Your succubus tricks aren’t going to work this time,” he says, a whisper of a smile on his dark lips. “I can tell you no now. I’ve been practicing.”
I reach a hand between us, and he leans back to watch me unbutton his jeans.
“Oh yeah? How’s that going?” I ask, trailing the base of his dick with my nails.
His eyes roll back as he groans.
“It works perfectly,” he says through clenched teeth. “As long as I don’t look at you.”
As he speaks, his claws begin to protrude, digging into my hips where there is now a collection of scars, all similarly placed and identical in shape, slowly fading.
My fingers inch lower, and I watch his heartbeat quicken at the base of his throat.
“Oh, so if I told you I want you to fuck me slow and fill every hole, what would you say?”
His eyes cinch tight, and he bites at the piercing in his lip.
“I’d say no,” he declares.
In response, I move my hand lower, wrapping my fist around his length and pulling his dick over the waistband of his boxers.
Elliot hisses as I position myself over him and use his dick to paint my clit with pleasure.
His head is this thick, already swelling with anticipation, and his grip on my hips only grows stronger as I drag it through my wetness.
“And what if I said please?” I say.
“I’d still say no,” he answers.
But it isn’t very convincing. Not after the sound he makes when I stroke him.
It comes from deep in his chest, coupled with a growl as his dick starts to pulse between my fingers.
I shift on top of him, pressing the tip to my entrance, and Elliot’s eyes fly open.
“Gods, you’re such a brat,” he mutters.
Before I can continue my campaign, he’s flipping me onto my back and pushing into me with one hard thrust.
The air in my lungs rushes out as he forces his way inside, but he kisses me long and hard as he settles, swallowing my little cries of pain.
“Is this what you want?” he asks. “You want it to hurt? Because it will…”
I don’t care if it hurts. I just want him…everywhere.
I want him to claim me until there’s nothing left.
