not developed yet, you idiot! Now I have to slave them until they are old enough. Daddy dearest may not have had the intelligence to succeed, but I do. Now go!”
Vince scurried out of the room like a cockroach. Anticipation grew in Tonya’s stomach. Soon, she would have her Xylar back, and everything would be back to normal.
****
Damion stood staring at the house. His ears picked up the faint moans and pants coming from within, making his wolf fight for control. He knew she was getting worse, and hated standing by allowing it to happen. In all of his twenty-six years, there had never been a female fight the heat, much less want to wait for her mates. As ridiculous as it all was, the strangest part was that he was her fated mate. Damion knew without a doubt that Jessa had felt the connection that sparked the instant their lips joined, but with her inexperience she couldn’t distinguish it from the fever that had already began to set in. The worst part was the longer he waited to mark her, the sicker she would get. His wolf and mind told him to bust through her door and give her what they both needed and end the whole mess, but in his heart, he knew that she would fight. He refused to take a woman unwillingly, whether partially against her will or all the way. It was wrong. She belonged to him, but unlike the other sick bastards in the pack that didn’t take into consideration their true love’s feelings, he could not and would not force her.
The louder she moaned, the closer to the door his feet carried him. It was good that she was turning to self-pleasure to avoid going totally mad, but at the same time, it only made the urges and needs grow tenfold. It wouldn’t be long before she went into a coma, and then shifted into her wolf until she was fucked good, given if her body could handle the extreme temperatures and sickness. The idea of having to mate her in their animal form was unsettling. Not many shifters had partaken in wolf sex, but those who had said it sucked ass compared to human sex. The feelings and sensations don’t get to be enjoyed, and there is no exploring or playing. It is simply nature’s way of procreation. The female wolves don’t experience orgasm at all.
When he took Jessa, he wanted to make sure she knew who her pleasure belonged to. Visions of her floating on the clouds of orgasmic bliss took over his thoughts, making him walk closer and closer to the house without realizing it. Before he even knew he had moved, he stood by the only downstairs bedroom window and caught sight of Jessa through the crack in the curtain. His balls loaded up and sent his cock straining against the teeth of the evil beast of a zipper once again. I am getting button fly jeans today. Ouch!
Jessa was now on her knees, rubbing the rubber toy against her clit and cunt hard and fast, desperate for relief. He released a howl so loud he was sure she would stop and spot him being a peeping pervert again. Much to his surprise, she didn’t. If anything, it made her go harder and more frantic. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her gold hair clung to her face from the perspiration that now sheeted her body. Her lips were full and a deep pink, parted slightly as she gasped for breath in the throes of passion. She was arched slightly, tilting her perfect tits out and emphasizing amazing abdominal muscles that led to the prettiest shaved pussy he had ever seen in his life. When she reached down and squeezed her right nipple, he almost blew in his pants. She was the goddess of every fantasy and wet dream he had since puberty.
Unable to resist, he reached down to unfasten his jeans when his cell phone rang. “Son of a fucking bitch!” His hand fumbled to get the ringing device out of his tight pocket due to the lack of room they now held from his raging hard on. Walking away from the window, he answered.
“ Hello!” His voice
Vince scurried out of the room like a cockroach. Anticipation grew in Tonya’s stomach. Soon, she would have her Xylar back, and everything would be back to normal.
****
Damion stood staring at the house. His ears picked up the faint moans and pants coming from within, making his wolf fight for control. He knew she was getting worse, and hated standing by allowing it to happen. In all of his twenty-six years, there had never been a female fight the heat, much less want to wait for her mates. As ridiculous as it all was, the strangest part was that he was her fated mate. Damion knew without a doubt that Jessa had felt the connection that sparked the instant their lips joined, but with her inexperience she couldn’t distinguish it from the fever that had already began to set in. The worst part was the longer he waited to mark her, the sicker she would get. His wolf and mind told him to bust through her door and give her what they both needed and end the whole mess, but in his heart, he knew that she would fight. He refused to take a woman unwillingly, whether partially against her will or all the way. It was wrong. She belonged to him, but unlike the other sick bastards in the pack that didn’t take into consideration their true love’s feelings, he could not and would not force her.
The louder she moaned, the closer to the door his feet carried him. It was good that she was turning to self-pleasure to avoid going totally mad, but at the same time, it only made the urges and needs grow tenfold. It wouldn’t be long before she went into a coma, and then shifted into her wolf until she was fucked good, given if her body could handle the extreme temperatures and sickness. The idea of having to mate her in their animal form was unsettling. Not many shifters had partaken in wolf sex, but those who had said it sucked ass compared to human sex. The feelings and sensations don’t get to be enjoyed, and there is no exploring or playing. It is simply nature’s way of procreation. The female wolves don’t experience orgasm at all.
When he took Jessa, he wanted to make sure she knew who her pleasure belonged to. Visions of her floating on the clouds of orgasmic bliss took over his thoughts, making him walk closer and closer to the house without realizing it. Before he even knew he had moved, he stood by the only downstairs bedroom window and caught sight of Jessa through the crack in the curtain. His balls loaded up and sent his cock straining against the teeth of the evil beast of a zipper once again. I am getting button fly jeans today. Ouch!
Jessa was now on her knees, rubbing the rubber toy against her clit and cunt hard and fast, desperate for relief. He released a howl so loud he was sure she would stop and spot him being a peeping pervert again. Much to his surprise, she didn’t. If anything, it made her go harder and more frantic. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her gold hair clung to her face from the perspiration that now sheeted her body. Her lips were full and a deep pink, parted slightly as she gasped for breath in the throes of passion. She was arched slightly, tilting her perfect tits out and emphasizing amazing abdominal muscles that led to the prettiest shaved pussy he had ever seen in his life. When she reached down and squeezed her right nipple, he almost blew in his pants. She was the goddess of every fantasy and wet dream he had since puberty.
Unable to resist, he reached down to unfasten his jeans when his cell phone rang. “Son of a fucking bitch!” His hand fumbled to get the ringing device out of his tight pocket due to the lack of room they now held from his raging hard on. Walking away from the window, he answered.
“ Hello!” His voice
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