Page 116 of Bewitching the Wolf

I see huge fangs.

Eyes that flash, a myriad of colors, red, gold, green… Green…

The beast starts to explore me with its huge snout, its big paws. It strokes the soft fur on my belly. Sniffs and then whines, deep in its throat. A deliciously needy, guttural sound.

I’m flipped by a huge paw and land on my belly. I feel my tail raising, my little vixen booty wiggling up to… up to…

“Fuck I want you.” It’s human, not wolfen now, that voice in the dark.

The paw that turned me morphs into a hand. A hand I love. A hand I know intimately.

And my body responds by shifting into my human form.

And there I am, with my head mushed into the leaves, my bare ass in the air and my tail thrashing.

“I’m going to claim you. Do you give me, as your mate, consent to do what I must?”

“Yes… Yes please…”

Slap. Jax’s palm descends onto my bare ass with stinging force.

And my whole body takes off into the stratosphere.

“Do it again,” I demand in a voice muffled by leaves.

“Your wish is my command,” he growls in his sexy baritone. This time the slap is harder. My pussy clenches in a mix of pain and pleasure. My clit hardens into a thrumming bud. My tail winds around his wrist, telling him I want more of this.

With a low growl, Jax slaps me again, on the other ass cheek, moving from one to the other in a stinging glorious rhythm.

A second later I feel his cock at my entrance.

My ass rises up to meet him, dripping and needy. My fertility is at its peak—I can almost feel that little wixen ovum waiting, waiting…

His cock hovers, nudging against my clit. He teases me with the tip of it.

“Goddess, go inside me, please,” I whine.

“Touch yourself. Bring yourself off as I thrust into you,” he orders. I love the brusqueness of his tone, his wolf is ordering me around, and it’s exactly what I need right now. I need to be dominated, taken under this bright silver moon, on the fecund earth.

Gladly my body succumbs to the dominance of Jax the wolf, and Jax the man.

And above all, Jax my mate.

I lay panting and whining, fingers flying over my clit, as he enters me, his knot hot and huge, his balls heavy, banging against me as he thrusts.

Jax’s hands anchor my ass and he deepens the thrusts.

Filling me to the brink.

All the sensations meld, and the sound of our breathing grows heavy and rasping, as my pleasure builds to a pinpoint.

“Oh my gods, Jax, NOW!” I scream.

Jax growls harshly and the tempo of his thrusts builds, until there is no Jax, no Tippy.

Only us.

“You are mine,” he shouts.