Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) by Celia Kyle Page A

knew she belonged to him and him alone.
    But first he’d let her jerk him off.
    His wolf—and dick, coincidentally—thought that was a fantastic idea.
    Except he… had… a… plan…
    Wait, she squeezed the head of his dick gently and then swiped her thumb along the slit before retreating to the base of his shaft once more.
    “Shit, Evie,” he gasped and arched into her hand. He ignored the aches and focused on the pleasure. She did it again, that tight fist stroking him in slow, even caresses. God, he wanted more. Wanted to come all over her hand and then watch her as she licked herself clean and…
    That wasn’t the plan .
    Okay he’d let her jack him a little more. Just… one… more…
    “Shit, baby, you gotta stop.” He rushed out the words, abandoning his hold to grasp her wrist and stop her movements. “If you don’t, I’ll come.”
    His wolf—and dick, coincidentally again—thought he was an asshole. Then he reminded the beast they were gonna taste their mate, so he was only left with a pissed off dick.
    “Why?” she whimpered and just because he stopped her from stroking him didn’t mean she stopped tormenting him. Nope, she still rubbed him gently with her thumb and rhythmically squeezed his shaft. Shit, that little bit was gonna send him over the edge.
    Damn.
    “Because,” he rasped, fighting for control.
    “Why?” That was a purr, like she knew what she was doing to him.
    Pain in the ass.
    “Because,” he eased her hand from his cock and if his cock had a mouth, it would have whimpered. “The first time I come is gonna be in your pussy while you have my fangs in your shoulder. I’ll claim you. But I’m not in any condition to do that. And since my dick doesn’t get its way, my mouth gets what it wants.”
    “What about what I want?” She raised her eyebrows and he could practically see her gathering her indignation.
    “My mouth wants to be on your pussy. How does your pussy feel about that?”
    “Oh,” her breath caught and the musky scent of her arousal drifted around him. “My pussy wants that.”
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Oh, Evelyn’s pussy so wanted that. Of course, she was also self-conscious about all her curviness on his mouth like that. Not that she didn’t like her shape, but her ass was big and his face and all that on him and…
    And nothing. Nothing because she found herself lifted, his strong arms flexing as he forced her to straddle him, her wet pussy pressed to his stomach, which pulled a moan right past his lips.
    “No panties?”
    She shook her head and prayed he’d make that sound again. The vibrations from the sound traveled right to her clit in a very magical way. “I didn’t have the strength. I barely got into your shirt.”
    His shirt that she’d refused to release once she’d found it. Her ass needed to be covered? Fine. It’d be with Reid’s clothes.
    “Good,” he grunted. “Keeps me from having to tear your clothes apart.”
    “You would have—” He grasped the hem of the t-shirt and yanked, splitting it from bottom to neck. “Yes, you would have.”
    “Hell, yeah.” His large hands slid along her thighs and then came to rest on her hips, fingers squeezing and kneading her flesh. “Now, take off that shirt and move my pussy up here.”
    She quirked a brow. “Your pussy?”
    “Yup, it’s all mine and the second I can fuck you like you deserve, I’ll cover you in my scent so everyone else will know it, too.”
    She was listening, really, but his thumbs drew small circles over her hipbones and those tiny rotations slowly eased toward her mound. The closer he drew, the hotter she got. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart and her pussy quivered— quivered —in anticipation. She knew she wouldn’t get his cock, but his mouth was a wonderful consolation prize.
    Their gazes remained locked, his amber eyes boring into hers and she had no doubt her bear was equally visible to him. The animal huffed and chuffed, happy that their