fluid dotted
the end. Nervously licking her lips, she watched his gaze focus over her and
helplessly, she responded. The time for any semblance of finesse ended abruptly
when Mad pulled her back down onto the quilt. On her knees, his cock pure
temptation, she bent to take him in her mouth. Sucking strongly, she drew him
deep, then deeper, tracing the hard surface with her tongue as he gripped her
hair. Her fingers clutched the base of his cock, squeezing the thickness before
moving lower to ply his balls. Another sound, raw and primitive, curled in
Mad’s chest. It burst from his throat in a low growl as he pulled her mouth
away.
He stared at her lips then gritted his teeth. A flash of
fang broke from his gums and another animalistic sound, wild and terrifying,
broke from his throat.
“I’m skating a fine line here. Don’t want to lose control
with you but fuck !” He gripped her shoulders hard. “Can you take it? Can
you handle it?”
Lana trembled with raw lust, nodding as desire crashed
through her system like lightning. Mad gripped her waist and positioned her
over the head of his cock. Needing to touch, to stroke, she pressed her fingers
between their bodies and drew them over the heavy head, brushing her own wet
flesh as she did. Her beast rolled through her belly and Lana’s gums tingled as
she responded to the animalistic nature she shared with her mate.
Not consummated but nearly there.
Knowing she was strong enough to handle anything he gave
her, she reached for his broad shoulders and lowered her body over him,
swallowing his erection with her cunt. Inner muscles instantly contracted
around the heavy stalk as she rose and fell. His teeth grazed her shoulder then
nipped roughly at her breasts. The pleasure/pain tore through her as she
rotated her clit on each downstroke. Mad buried his face against her breast
and, reaching behind her, took the globes of her ass in his hands and squeezed,
grinding against her needy flesh. Wicked sensation coiled in her belly as the
pulsing of her pussy increased.
Mad made a rough sound against her breast, thrusting high
and hard, dragging a series of cries from her as he fucked her. Together they
writhed and pleasure built. Mad blasted his power deep. It burst through her,
hot and intense. Nerve endings quivered and pulsed, absorbing the wild energy,
the magical lycan power. She’d never felt such raw, explosive sensations. They
whipped through her blood faster and faster until she was filled with them.
Shivering in his arms, she tumbled over the cliff and fell against him as
spasms of release consumed her.
She’d barely come down from the high when Mad lifted her
from his stiff cock and she realized vaguely that he hadn’t come. He flipped
her onto her belly and lifted her ass, opening her body to him.
In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound followed by
another and another.
Madden’s pack at play.
“I’ll kill the first wolf who intrudes. Count on it,” he
said, his words hard with finality. “Have to fuck you harder, faster.” He
shoved his cock deep, the savage thrusts violently brushing her stiff nipples
against the quilt beneath her. His balls slammed solidly against her with each
stroke, teasing her drenched, swollen pussy. Needing to hold him deeper,
longer, she squeezed her muscles in an effort to keep him inside but he only
moved faster, dragging his cock over sensitized nerves and sending her
rocketing into pleasure again. Lana moaned, her body tensing as he pounded
heavily, building a staggering pressure that threatened to undo her. He reached
between her legs and found her clit. “Oh yeah,” he breathed, “that’s it. That’s
it. You are so fucking beautiful.”
Completion moved through her, the excruciating pleasure
threatening to rip her to shreds as her body embraced the energy. Light burst
behind her closed eyelids as the thrill of orgasm shook her to the core. Behind
her, Mad growled as he went still then plunged once more. She felt
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