Page 28 of Feral Werewolves
“Well, you only get access to a woman once a month,” she said, lifting her gaze, bold. “You really turning this down?”
I laughed. Okay, she had balls, I would give her that. “You think you’ll like the way I want to have my way with you?” I taunted, my voice a leer.
She nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. “I really do, actually.”
Shit.
I advanced on her. “Take your top off.”
She looked at Paladin, who shook his head at me, disgusted, and then back at me, and then reached down, hooked her fingers into the hem of her shirt and tugged it up, revealing a little no-nonsense nude bra underneath. It had a little bow between her breasts, but it was otherwise unadorned.
I slid a finger under one of the straps. “What would you say if I told you that if you lived out here with us, we wouldn’t let you wear a bra?”
She let out a shaky breath. “I mean, I thought we established I wasn’t going to live out here.”
I laughed. I tugged down the strap, exposing one of her breasts. Wow, just as pretty as I remembered, maybe even prettier. I cupped it, giving it a little squeeze.
She gasped.
“You like that?” I teased her nipple.
She let out a little moan.
I wasn’t sure what I was even doing at this point. But I had a huge hard-on, and I was pretty sure Paladin was turned on, too, and she was looking up at me with this look in her eyes, this needy look, and I was too far gone.
“Go find Lazarus. He’s out with the plow,” I said. “Tell him we’ll be in my room.”
Paladin hesitated. “I don’t know, Kestrel. I didn’t bring her out here for this. It seems… wrong.”
“I know,” I said. I caressed her face. “That’s why a little slut like her likes it, though, isn’t that right?”
She sucked in a wild breath.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You came out here to be a fuckthing, and don’t even try to deny it. You want us to fill you up, prod ourselves into all your tight little holes, and you want it bad.”
She mewled, pressing into me, rubbing her breasts into my shirt, like a little kitten who wants to be petted.
“Say it, tithe,” I said.
“I want to be fucked,” she said. “Please?”
I swatted her ass, and nodded for her to lead the way back to the farmhouse, and she did it. The scent of her arousal was heavy in the air behind her. I followed it, feeling growls rise in my throat, as if I was half on the edge of being able to turn right now, as if her scent was bringing the fucking wolf out of me.
I managed to wait to do anything until I got her back to the bedroom. I sat down on my bed and told her to get on her knees.
She did, kneeling between my legs. She knew what I wanted.
“Take me out,” I told her, leaning back, letting her unbutton and unzip me, free my cock.
She tucked it right into her mouth, groaning around it, sucking me like she couldn’t get enough of me.
It felt fucking awesome, and I just let her do it. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let her suck and bob, and her little mouth was talented and wet and warm, and I was right there really fast.
I pushed out of her mouth and spattered her chest and her one bare breast and her no-nonsense bra, coming all over her, and it felt like I claimed her, like every rope of white liquid against her skin meant she belonged to me.
She panted, looking down at herself, at the come all over her skin.
“Taste it,” I said, feeling perverse.
