psyche. Luring her into a mindset like the one she imagined her wolves enjoying. The same mindset that Luke seemed dedicated to upholding.
The primordial way his hands rooted themselves and began to pull painfully at the taut flesh of her ass called to mind the actions of male alphas restraining weaker, less inclined bitches when they mounted and mated. The human fingers that kneaded and flexed into her insinuated masculine fang in female flesh when the urge to breed took its place as reigning deity of the forest.
Chloe’s self-imposed confinement to just such a forest, and her time spent cajoling within the wilds of her imagination began to orchestrate the undoing of her civility. Her fingers wove into hair that felt like warm, raw silk between her hands. She gripped selfishly at him and pulled herself off of the couch, using the thick, black mane to steady and right herself during the action.
Chloe felt the cheeks of her ass being pulled apart as Luke adjusted his still clothed cock to press firmly against the bare and come-soaked curls encircling her cunt. His tongue invaded her mouth over and over, the smell and taste of her orgasm now merely another passer by in a room full of the strong musty odors and tastes of human animal arousal and partial satisfaction.
Sex with Luke Caine had been the last thing Chloe wanted when he’d first put his hands on her. But now, neither Chloe’s heart nor her mind could find reason enough to deny her body what it craved. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the length of steel she felt pressing against her clit to drive into her in every way. Deep inside her cunt. Down her throat. Between the virgin cheeks of her ass.
Chloe felt the front of the couch against her back as Luke shifted them and pressed harder against her. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt and argued with it. Anxious trembling in her hands making her grip unsteady and a simple task daunting. She grunted in a most unladylike state of arousal and frustration and pulled away from him enough to try again to dislodge his cock from its prison.
“No.”
Another growl had created his word. Chloe felt her hands hesitate only for a second before continuing. Even before her mind gave them permission. Luke’s crushing grip on her fingers stopped their actions completely.
“I said, no.”
He seemed angry at her for this. Angry with her needs. Angry with her for betraying what her heart and mind had known. Chloe could see it in his eyes. Furrowing his brow and distorting the scar to resemble the very rage that could cause such a deformity were it made by human hand.
She breathed. Roughly. Reached back up to flex her fingers tightly through raw black silk in her own feral display of anger over his decision. And then stared into those eyes, hoping for reprieve from his anger and relief from the urges he had managed to so perfectly give birth to within her womb.
Luke shook his head and shifted her to a less intimate connection with his cock.
“I didn’t mean to…” She stopped. She hadn’t meant to anger him, but that wasn’t what she needed to say. She hadn’t meant to want him. Chloe’d had no intentions of desiring a man who felt so wrong to her heart. But she did want him. At least physically.
And that was a hell of a lot more than she’d wanted from any man she’d met in a very long time.
Unfortunately, Luke Caine had second thoughts about what he wanted. Although Chloe had no idea as to why. She felt her body being lifted off of the man embracing her and then her bottom hit the sofa. And then all traces of his touch were gone from her skin. The confusion over Luke’s reaction to her wanting him was running rampant through her mind and that emotion was second only to the need this man had managed to spark in her. A need like she had never felt before.
As she ran the back of her hand across her mouth, she watched a man more bewildering and damaged than she would ever have thought upon first
The primordial way his hands rooted themselves and began to pull painfully at the taut flesh of her ass called to mind the actions of male alphas restraining weaker, less inclined bitches when they mounted and mated. The human fingers that kneaded and flexed into her insinuated masculine fang in female flesh when the urge to breed took its place as reigning deity of the forest.
Chloe’s self-imposed confinement to just such a forest, and her time spent cajoling within the wilds of her imagination began to orchestrate the undoing of her civility. Her fingers wove into hair that felt like warm, raw silk between her hands. She gripped selfishly at him and pulled herself off of the couch, using the thick, black mane to steady and right herself during the action.
Chloe felt the cheeks of her ass being pulled apart as Luke adjusted his still clothed cock to press firmly against the bare and come-soaked curls encircling her cunt. His tongue invaded her mouth over and over, the smell and taste of her orgasm now merely another passer by in a room full of the strong musty odors and tastes of human animal arousal and partial satisfaction.
Sex with Luke Caine had been the last thing Chloe wanted when he’d first put his hands on her. But now, neither Chloe’s heart nor her mind could find reason enough to deny her body what it craved. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the length of steel she felt pressing against her clit to drive into her in every way. Deep inside her cunt. Down her throat. Between the virgin cheeks of her ass.
Chloe felt the front of the couch against her back as Luke shifted them and pressed harder against her. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt and argued with it. Anxious trembling in her hands making her grip unsteady and a simple task daunting. She grunted in a most unladylike state of arousal and frustration and pulled away from him enough to try again to dislodge his cock from its prison.
“No.”
Another growl had created his word. Chloe felt her hands hesitate only for a second before continuing. Even before her mind gave them permission. Luke’s crushing grip on her fingers stopped their actions completely.
“I said, no.”
He seemed angry at her for this. Angry with her needs. Angry with her for betraying what her heart and mind had known. Chloe could see it in his eyes. Furrowing his brow and distorting the scar to resemble the very rage that could cause such a deformity were it made by human hand.
She breathed. Roughly. Reached back up to flex her fingers tightly through raw black silk in her own feral display of anger over his decision. And then stared into those eyes, hoping for reprieve from his anger and relief from the urges he had managed to so perfectly give birth to within her womb.
Luke shook his head and shifted her to a less intimate connection with his cock.
“I didn’t mean to…” She stopped. She hadn’t meant to anger him, but that wasn’t what she needed to say. She hadn’t meant to want him. Chloe’d had no intentions of desiring a man who felt so wrong to her heart. But she did want him. At least physically.
And that was a hell of a lot more than she’d wanted from any man she’d met in a very long time.
Unfortunately, Luke Caine had second thoughts about what he wanted. Although Chloe had no idea as to why. She felt her body being lifted off of the man embracing her and then her bottom hit the sofa. And then all traces of his touch were gone from her skin. The confusion over Luke’s reaction to her wanting him was running rampant through her mind and that emotion was second only to the need this man had managed to spark in her. A need like she had never felt before.
As she ran the back of her hand across her mouth, she watched a man more bewildering and damaged than she would ever have thought upon first
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