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ad along with an equally soft camisole. I bite back a curse when I see her bra, her hard pink nipples

, nipples hard and waiting to be touched. Before the night is over, I intend to leave love bites all ov

man. M

so that every werewolf she encounters knows she's taken. A good thing, because the man also wants the same thing.

and grasp the zipper when she s

e smell of sex. Only the bitter smell of fear quiets the animal, allowing the man to take control. I have to be tender with her, and thank the gods my wolf under

er, I peer into her eyes

portion of her that responds to my w

, d

er terror, becoming aware o

the musky scent of her wolf's arousal. Our mat

an't understand-what she's experien

ad you ache with it. But you don't understand why you need me so much. It's throwing you off balance." She releases a shaky sigh and nods. I s

ips, pressing her mound against my

. "How is

low, watching her expression, making sure she accepts my touch. As I'd already smelled, her pussy is drenched. I s

ste you." When I slide my fingers free, she cries out. Again, she thrusts her h

my skin, cooling sensitized flesh. I consider ordering Lyra to lick my chest, to tease me as she's done in our dreams,

t y

that creeps up my throat. The moment I'd entered Lyra's dreams, she'd put her mark on me. I was useless to other females, meaning I'd had to take care of my own needs. It had only been a matter of time

ear and jeans, intentionally skimming the back o

r, toned muscles of her abdomen. After I slide off her shoes and socks, I remove her jeans. She is as lean as I remember, her s

rimmed brown curls. Her pussy lips are swollen and pink. Her flesh glisten

g her with my scent, marking her soft skin with my teeth. She lies there, all seductive and inviting,

oans and clutches th

wer my head, guided by my nose and the sweetness of her pussy. "I'm going