Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I lean down, cradle her face in my hands, and press a kiss to her cheek, my cock sliding deep back inside her ass as I move to be closer to her with this unexpected moment of softness.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love all of you, in all the ways that you are. Good, bad, wolf, human. There’s nothing I will not do for you. I am obsessed with you, and I always will be.”
“Stop it,” she sniffles. “I don’t want to cry. I want to come.”
“Well, of course, young lady,” I say, my tone deep as I slide my hand down her stomach and find the wet little nub at the apex of her soft, swollen pussy lips. Her sex has been deliberately neglected, but it is time to give her some pleasure.
I start to rub and circle, strum and tap as I fuck her ass deeper and longer. I know she’s going to be stretched very wide soon. My knot is going to make her ass accommodate a bigger intrusion than she’s experienced before, and I am going to make her take it. She’s been a bad girl, a reckless girl, and she will be punished for that.
She wriggles more as she gets closer to climax, my cock swells in her ass as she writhes, and the two of us are locked in an experience of pleasure and punishment as she both complains and begs for more, and as I stop being able to fuck her as hard because my thickening knot is making me work against her harder. The friction is more intense, and her ass is gripping me more as I push her over the edge into a wailing orgasm that sets off my own climax.
I come inside her ass, and my knot inflates hard, locking my seed deep in her as she pants and whines, and yes, tears still dampen her cheeks, all her emotion and desire welling up together as my fingers slide up inside her pussy at long last, gently stroking her through one orgasm and into another. I intend to entertain her until my knot softens, keep her coming by playing with her wet little pussy until she isn’t able to have so much as a coherent thought.
“I’m sorry, yes, please, fuck, oh my god, please, no, yes…” She can barely string anything resembling a sentence together as I finger and pleasure her until she comes and comes again, and finally is left collapsed beneath me, so thoroughly anally ravaged she does not have so much as a shred of pride left.
CHAPTER 12
Gray
“I didn’t turn into a wolf. Is that because we didn’t do full and proper sex? Or do you turn into something else if it’s anal? Like a small brown dog or something?”
The morning has come, we’ve had pancakes delivered via room service, and she’s amusing herself with impudent questions.
I’m pretending to ignore them.
We are still in the hotel room, and the moon is growing by the hour. I can feel it, even in the daytime when the sun holds sway. I am apprehensive. Something has changed inside my mate—something that will not change back any time soon.
Callie is in denial. She is treating this as a joke. But when the full moon rises, there will be no more capacity for jokes. She will lose her ability to speak, and her body will undergo a violent, brutal shift from which she will never entirely recover.
I am glad we have the privacy of this room. If I can confine her to it, the whole event might pass without chaos or further bloodshed.
She’s been trying to hold back. I’ve seen the effort. I’ve felt the wildness inside her begging to go free. She’s been all teeth and fury lately. And desire. I’ve avoided making love to her in the true sense, knowing what it could precipitate.
Truthfully, I blame myself for all Calista has become. When I met her, she had never so much as thought of taking a life. But within hours of my true identity being revealed, she was forced into killing. It hasn’t really stopped, and though the lives she has taken have been arguably justified, I fear what she might do when her true animal self takes over. Newly shifted adult females have been known to do terrible things if not properly contained. That’s why the ritual is normally done in a pack environment. When a female is first bred, the mating takes place in a small building or room with the pack close. Not usually in the room, though I have heard of some packs where it is a public affair. Not great if the female in question happens to be shy.
I also feel the moon’s sway, of course. It makes me more than a little on edge. It makes my animal side yearn to emerge. But I control and contain myself because I will need a human mind to navigate all that is going to happen.