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she tasted the salty cream of his release. He’d been held on the edge for so long that it hadn’t taken much to push him over the edge. She swallowed him down easily until every drop was gone and his cock began to soften in her mouth. Phillipa pulled away and stood on shaky legs. The proof of her desire ran down the inside of her thighs and she wanted to escape back to her own room to relieve the pressure building within.
    “Thank you,” he said, a satisfied smile tilting his lips. “Now I will return the favor. I can smell your desire.”
    Phillipa blushed at the thought that his nose was that sensitive. “I don’t see how you could”
    “Stand up on the block and put your feet on either side of me,” he instructed, interrupting her protest.
    She used his shoulders for leverage and climbed on top of the large wooden box, so her feet were just to the outside of his thighs. It put her at the perfect height, so her pussy was just in front of his mouth.
    “Mmm, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted a woman. All the females in our pack are mated. And human women don’t usually want monsters touching them.”
    “I don’t see any monsters,” Phillipa said.
    His tongue licked slowly along her folds and flicked the hidden bud so a bolt of desire shot through her body. She grasped his hair between her fingers to hold herself steady as he delved inside her, his tongue seemingly everywhere at once. He sucked against her bud even as he pushed his tongue inside of her. Sensations rioted through her body as a climax overtook her that was different than anything she’d ever experienced. Her knees buckled and she fell to her knees, so the lips of her pussy grazed his now hard cock.
    He took her mouth in a savage kiss, and she tasted herself on his lips. Her nipples rubbed against his chest and he groaned as she lowered herself slowly, so the tip of his cock barely entered inside of her.
    A low growl rumbled in his chest and he went rigid beneath her.
    “The others are coming back,” he said. “You must leave.”
    She kissed him again and slid from his body. “Will I see you again?”
    “We sleep in the daylight hours. I’ll find you if you go for a daily walk around the grounds just after noon.”
    “What about your sleep?” she asked.
    “If I can feel your body against mine, then it is worth the sacrifice. Now go.”
    Phillipa ran back to the barrel of water in the corner and grabbed some of the torn rags she’d seen in the corner earlier. She wet them and filled the ladle with water before running back to Jacob and washing her scent from his body and letting him rinse the taste of her from his mouth. He cock was erect once again, but he didn’t seem to be in near as much pain as when she’d first found him.
    She blew out the sconces and picked up her own candle before closing the door to the room behind her. The floor was cold beneath her bare feet as she went back down the stairs and her own room. She’d just closed the door behind her as the first howl of the returning pack rent the air.

 

     
     

Chapter Eight:
     
    The Pack
     
    Phillipa lit the tapers scattered throughout her room, and then went to the washbasin. She rinsed her mouth and scrubbed her body so none of Jacob’s scent was left on her body. Chills wracked her body by the time she’d washed her hair, so she knelt by the fireplace and lit the tender that had already been laid out.
    She was kneeling on the animal skin rug, drying her hair, when the bedroom door opened and she sensed Wulf’s presence behind her. Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t turn to face him.
    “Did you miss me today, Phillipa?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that slithered across her skin, deeper than she remembered. “Did you miss my touch?”
    She shivered as his voice brought the terrible heat coursing back through her body, and she remembered the feel of him hard and hot inside of her. How he stretched her to the point of pain and how his seed brought