took him deeper, her mouth squeezing and milking him, her fingers digging into the crease of his ass. He was afraid he might lose it, afraid if he did, that damned knot in his dick would choke her. Silently cursing his regret, he slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips. She leaned over and licked the length of him. He jerked in response. She did it again, and her fingers found the tight ring at his ass and began to probe and press.
It was all he could do to step back out of her reach. “My cock isn’t human,” he said, knowing the regret in his voice would be more than obvious. “If I come in your mouth, if I lose control, the knot, the part that tied us together last night…I’m afraid it could choke you. I can’t risk that. Please?”
She licked her lips, as if tasting the few drops of pre-cum he knew she must have found, then nodded. He helped her to her feet, slipped his pants completely off and stood before her, naked. Human. Wolf. A combination of two species, unique among man and beast.
He expected anything but the look she gave him, the blatant lust radiating from her beautiful eyes, the thrust of her breasts peaking against the soft gown he’d left for her.
Without thinking beyond now, Stefan leaned closer and grabbed her gown in his fists, bunching it at her waist and pulling it over her head. She stood there in front of him, her breasts high, the nipples turgid, pointing out of the dark areoles as if begging for his mouth.
He reached for her, lifted the warm weight of her breasts in his palms and immediately lost himself in the feel of silky flesh against his callused fingers. Leaning over, he suckled first one nipple, then the other. She moaned. Her body swayed closer to his as he circled her nipple once more with his tongue, then released her with a quiet little pop.
She blinked, her wide gray eyes soft and unfocused. He took a moment longer to look. Her belly was slightly rounded, her hips shapely and full. The dark tuft of curls at her center had been neatly trimmed, enough so that her protruding clit showed through the damp thatch of hair. There was moisture on her inner thighs as well, proof of the arousal he’d scented even as they had breakfast.
She wanted him. Even knowing, seeing, who and what he was, she wanted him. Her body couldn’t lie.
“Oh, my,” he said, not even trying to hide his eagerness, his hunger. It was there, in his voice, in the catch in his breath, all the longing, the need, the lust. He started to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. He swallowed, and finally choked out, “You’re beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
He held out his hand to her, tugged her closer. She came willingly, breasts swaying, lips full and pouting. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in thick, shining russet waves, a dark, radiant cape. Her gray eyes sparkled now with laughter as much as with lust. Stefan felt his blood rise, knew his heart raced and the animal in him was barely under control.
When she drifted into his arms, raised her lips to his and kissed him full on his mouth, he let the beast loose.
Chapter 4
It was the most natural thing in the world to raise up on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. His mouth might have been more lupine than human, but Xandi already felt as if she knew the man within. She tested the seam of his lips with her tongue.
He parted them for her, teased her tongue with his, drew her into his mouth. It was different…the same…amazingly sensual, this kiss that was more than a kiss, with a man who was more than human.
She pressed her hips against him. She was just enough shorter than he was that his hard cock, still damp from her mouth, rode against her belly. The soft fur covering his chest abraded her nipples, and she wanted to dive into him, be a part of him.
He wrapped his arms around her and fell back onto the bed, then rolled both of them so that he was over her. She lay there beneath him, smiling up at the beast hovering over her. She sensed his indecision, his disbelief, that she could truly want him in this form.
Some small part of her mind wondered the same thing. What was she that she could so desire a beast? What strange lust made her loins ache, her pussy weep, her heart race?
He dipped his wolfish head and licked her jaw, his long tongue trailing across her cheek, finding her ear. She shivered, then laughed. “I imagine you can do wondrous things with that tongue,” she said.
He growled and nipped at her ear, then moved lower along her body. He stopped at her breast, suckled first one nipple, then the other. She felt the sharp curve of his tongue feathering the very tip, then the stabbing clip of his teeth before he laved her, licked her entire chest with that slick, hot tongue.
Whimpering, gasping tiny, frantic little breaths, she lifted her hips, searching for his cock, but it jutted straight forward, out of her reach. Stefan nuzzled her belly, lapped at the nest of curls between her legs, licked the crease between thigh and groin.
Slick moisture flooded her pussy. Her vagina pulsed, deep, rhythmic contractions, but there was nothing to contract against. She moaned, a deep, guttural plea, then reached for his shoulders and pushed him down, down closer to her needy, hot pussy.
He laughed, then dipped his head and licked her from asshole to clit. One long hot sweep with his tongue. Then he sat up, kneeling between her widespread thighs, and grinned at her, exposing his huge canines, the tip of his tongue.
The blend of man and beast was no more evident than in this posture. The beautifully molded body, the strong chest and powerful arms, the rampant cock all swollen and damp, the alert, forward-pointing ears, the amber eyes with their feral gleam, the teeth and muzzle of the wolf.
Waiting. Watching. Laughing silently at her. She bucked her hips, unable to reach him, then pounded her fists against the tumbled blankets.
“Shit. Oh, shit. You’re not going to do that and stop. I won’t let you!” She tried to look furious. Burst out laughing instead. “Down, boy. Down!” she ordered, shaking her finger. “Behave, or you’re going outside.”
He blinked, as if her command caught him by surprise. Then he grinned, dipped his head and licked her once more. Thoroughly. From one end of her crotch to the other, with a quick pause to dip his tongue deep within her streaming pussy.
She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Could merely hold herself immobile and experience something she’d never, not in her wildest fantasies, imagined. His long tongue moved inside her, curled and licked the walls of her pussy, then flicked her swollen clit before lapping once more across her mons.
When he raised his head, her juices covered his muzzle. Xandi’s heart was pounding so hard, she was afraid it might explode. Her vagina contracted over and over, but her climax hovered just on the other side of sensation.
Stefan cleared his throat and grinned at her. She’d already grown used to his canine version of a smile. “Tell me, mistress. Are you interested in obedience training?” he asked. He stretched his tongue around his muzzle and licked his mouth clean, as if emphasizing his animal side. “I should warn you, I don’t do well on a leash.”
She could barely catch her breath to answer. Humor was almost out of the question at this point. She gave it a try. “Maybe just a collar? When I tell you ‘down,’ though, I expect you to obey.”
“Ah, down? Like this?” Once more he dipped his head. This time he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her closer to his mouth. Her legs hung limply over his arms. She whimpered as he lapped carefully, licking her slowly, thoroughly, not missing a single spot
