more.
“Fuck me.” She contracted over him, her orgasm right there.
Diving into her, bearing down on the primal side she stirred within him, he fought his beast from surfacing with what little coherent thought he could master. And that wasn’t much. Muscles throughout him strained against his clothing. His cock grew inside her. She sucked in her breath, feeling the change, and that drove him even closer to the edge.
Her weight shifted in his hands. He knew she battled the beast within her also. Her legs clamped against him hard enough to steal his breath. She clung to him with strengthened muscles. And her pussy changed as well. She thickened, molding to his engorged cock. He closed his eyes, realizing she would suck the life out of him.
“I’m going to come.” He could barely speak.
The heat surrounding them grew so intense he could barely breathe. Her flesh burned through him, branding him. Her muscles pulsated, quivering, while her hot juices began to flow.
“Damn.” She cried out as her body began quaking against his.
And as she collapsed into him, he exploded, filling her, soaking both of them with liquid passion. The way her muscles wrapped around him, clinging to him, while she draped her body over his, he lived and breathed his adorable bitch.
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Blue Moon
“Are you okay?” he whispered, cradling her to him, praying he hadn’t hurt her.
“Uh-huh.” She didn’t move, completely sated in his arms.
And for the moment, he couldn’t move either. But holding her like this, the moonlight making her body glisten, he had no desire to go anywhere.
33
Lorie O’Clare
Chapter Seven
Sandy helped Greta Hothmeyer out of her car, and then grabbed the packages out of the back seat.
“Did you hear?” the old werewolf asked her. “With the birth of the Millers’ grand-cub, we now outnumber the humans in the territory.”
“I’m sure the humans will be thrilled to hear that.” Sandy followed the pack healer up to her house, the array of aromas from the herbs in the grocery sack tickling her nose.
“When will you be a grandmother?” Greta pushed open her front door, left unlocked, a habit the old woman refused to break no matter how many pack members begged her to lock her door when she left. “You would think that pack leader and your daughter would have an announcement for the pack soon.”
Sandy had accepted the fact long ago that with her daughter’s busy schedule she would be more than lucky if she ever became a grandmother.
“I haven’t heard anything yet.” She placed Greta’s groceries on her kitchen counter, feeling the sore muscles tighten throughout her.
She reached for her lower back, hating to admit she wasn’t as young as she used to be, and hot wild sex could take its toll on her.
“We’ll get some ointment rubbed into you here in a bit.” Greta never missed a thing.
She reached for the phone on the wall just as it rang. It was an unnerving quality in the old woman that Sandy had grown to accept. To this day she’d never looked fast enough to see if Greta actually moved for the phone before it rang, or if she just had good reflexes.
“I’ll be fine.” She knew Greta ignored her. The old healer picked up the phone, answering it and then listening to an excited voice that tickled Sandy’s ears.
She began putting away the groceries, having helped Greta long enough that she knew the woman’s kitchen as well as her own. But with every turn, every twist, another muscle inside her cried out.
What a fool she’d made out of herself the night before. Imagine a werewolf her age, fucking outside next to her car. In her younger years, steamy sex in a field after a pack run had been wonderful. But that had been with her mate. And ever since he’d died, so many years ago when Beth had still been a young cub, she’d not given thought to such activity.
Of course Ralph was pure alpha male. She didn’t view him as a male slut, but she wouldn’t doubt he’d enjoyed a good