Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella)

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panties. She toed off her shoes, and he prompted her to lift first one foot, then the other, helping her to step out of her jeans.
    And then she was standing completely naked, the bark of the tree rough against her shoulder blades and buttocks, toes sinking into the soft layers of old leaves on the forest floor. And Knox was kneeling at her feet, just as naked as she was. His erection looked dark and engorged, pointing insistently at the object of his desire – her. He gazed up at her with an expression that reminded her of what he really was. A wolf. And he was going to eat her all up.
    He ran his hands up the insides of her calves, dipping his fingers into the sensitive hollows behind her knees. He continued upwards, squeezing her soft flesh, urging her to part her legs. The rough, callused skin on his fingertips left tingling trails of sensation up the satiny skin of her inner thighs, and she let out a soft moan, grateful for the support of the tree trunk at her back.
    Her heart stuttered and she froze, trembling, her breath trapped in her chest as his warm mouth covered her mound. She allowed her hands to drift up and settle on his head, winding her fingers into his thick, dark hair.
    Knox used his fingers to part her slick lips, French-kissing her pussy, tonguing her slit and drawing her clit between his lips before releasing it again. He lapped at her cleft, running his tongue between her tingling folds to gather up the sticky moisture, and Heather groaned and parted her thighs further still, grinding against his eager mouth and urging him on with harsh pants and helpless, meaningless, wordless noises of pleasure.
    Knox lifted her leg at the knee, urging her to drape her calf over his muscular shoulder. The position opened her wider to him, and he took advantage of it to push his rigid tongue into her sopping channel, making her groan with surprise and arousal. She tangled her fingers more firmly in his hair, pulling him against her, and Knox gave a grunt of satisfaction and began to tongue-fuck her, pushing in and out, massaging her G-spot and flicking the tip of his tongue over her singing clit with each withdrawal.
    She threw her head back, squeezing her eyes closed and watching the fireworks exploding in brightly colored starbursts behind her eyelids. With each touch of his mouth, the tension between her thighs wound higher and tighter. Erotic vibrations shuddered through her core and her limbs, each wave overlapping the last, flooding her body until she tensed up and cried out. Her pussy clenched in greedy spasms against his mouth and she thrashed her head from side to side. She yanked at his hair, trying to pull his head away, the sensation more intense than she could bear.
    But Knox was relentless. He pushed the flat of his tongue against her pulsating clit and pressed against it in a firm, undulating rhythm. The steady, pulsing pressure drove her wild, and she almost screamed as he pushed her over the precipice and she tumbled into an orgasm that made her feel as though she’d shattered into a million sparkling pieces, each one a shard of unspeakable physical bliss.
    Knox pulled back slowly, gently, and the feel of the cool air against the sore, throbbing, wet flesh of her pussy was another layer of sensual touch.
    She looked down at Knox, who still kneeled at her feet, gazing up at her with a possessive, self-satisfied expression that told her more certainly than his words ever could that she was his . His mouth and chin were shiny with her juices, his pupils dark and dilated in those whisky eyes, more intoxicating than any liquor. She fought to get her hectic breathing under control as her pattering heart slowed to a fierce, steady thud thud .
    She disentangled herself from him, unwinding her leg from over his shoulder, and tottered slightly, wobbly from the power of her climaxes – he’d literally made her weak in the knees.
    Knox rose from his kneeling position in one smooth, powerful movement, and

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