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around her, pale skin shining, she could easily be gracing any number of magazine covers come to life.
Dominic swallowed and swore he would feast on every inch of that delectable flesh—after he had his answers. He loved Samuel to bits and couldn’t possibly face him if he didn’t have the answers they both sought. Playtime could come after he had satisfied his curiosity.
Wishing to hell his cock was as reasonable as his brain, Dominic prayed harder to the Goddess than he could ever remember doing.
Oh mistress , he pleaded, give me strength .
Chapter Seven
Mary lay back in the huge bed, thinking furiously. You schmuck! Why the hell didn’t you ask him about being a werewolf when you had the chance?
Mary took a deep breath. Being honest with herself, she knew not a single thought of asking questions had crossed her mind. She had enjoyed sucking him, touching his hot skin, fondling him so much all thoughts of asking him questions had flown from her mind.
Even if she had thought to ask questions, with her mouth so deliciously full of his cock, how could she have managed it? Anyway, she did know he thought he was a werewolf, it’s just knowing that brought up a million other questions.
Being even more honest with herself, would she have chosen to ask questions if it meant taking her mouth away from that huge cock?
Mary squirmed. From the heat of her skin, dampness of her pussy, the desire rolling through her blood like a wave, she worried the answer would be a resounding “no”!
She did, however, feel a measure of relief seeing the intensity of heat and desire coursing through Dominic’s eyes. By the look of things, he was just as helpless in his lust as she was in hers. Even though Dominic had answered her major question, admitting he was a werewolf, so many smaller things needed clarifying. Did he become a raving killer when he changed? Could silver bullets really harm him? Did he heal fast like werewolves of myth?
Despite the multitude of questions rolling through her mind, a few things she simply knew from instinct. The werewolves of myth held nothing when compared with reality.
She grinned.
Dominic and his brothers were all studs. No overly hairy, half-mad men here. While Dominic had a nice amount of hair on his chest, it was lightly sprinkled, arrowing cheekily down to his huge, erect cock. His eyes were smiling, wickedly glinting deep blue, not a wide, mad flaming red.
No, this was not the slobbering, raving madness of the old movie werewolf. This was an intelligent, sexy man, who somehow became a wolf. Even from the small snippet of journal she had accidentally read, Mary knew Dominic was fully conscious of his thoughts and decisions while in wolf form.
Hadn’t he mentioned paying homage to his mistress the moon? Of feeling wild and free? Of scenting the forest and rich night air? None of that added up to a deranged, deluded killer beast.
As Dominic took a step toward her, she felt a thrill of lust course through her pussy. Beautifully naked, hugely erect, he was every woman’s fantasy incarnate. His deep blue eyes held wicked secrets of hot nights and hotter acts. His smile was smug and full of male knowledge. He knew he could satisfy her, knew a million ways to bring her to climax. Mary licked her dry lips. She hoped they could make it through a number of those ways before they both fainted from exhaustion and sexual satiation.
Dominic rested one bent knee on the edge of the bed. Mary held her centerfold position, grinning her encouragement. He leaned over to her, pulled her legs out to lay them flat. She wiggled, enjoyed the feeling of blood circulating back in her limbs.
Mary caught her breath as Dominic came over her, caging her with his huge body. His weight rested on his arms and legs, yet she could feel his presence, feel the heat pouring from his body. Mary opened her mouth slightly, silently asking for a kiss. Wanting to feel his soft lips against hers again.
When he bent down,
Dominic swallowed and swore he would feast on every inch of that delectable flesh—after he had his answers. He loved Samuel to bits and couldn’t possibly face him if he didn’t have the answers they both sought. Playtime could come after he had satisfied his curiosity.
Wishing to hell his cock was as reasonable as his brain, Dominic prayed harder to the Goddess than he could ever remember doing.
Oh mistress , he pleaded, give me strength .
Chapter Seven
Mary lay back in the huge bed, thinking furiously. You schmuck! Why the hell didn’t you ask him about being a werewolf when you had the chance?
Mary took a deep breath. Being honest with herself, she knew not a single thought of asking questions had crossed her mind. She had enjoyed sucking him, touching his hot skin, fondling him so much all thoughts of asking him questions had flown from her mind.
Even if she had thought to ask questions, with her mouth so deliciously full of his cock, how could she have managed it? Anyway, she did know he thought he was a werewolf, it’s just knowing that brought up a million other questions.
Being even more honest with herself, would she have chosen to ask questions if it meant taking her mouth away from that huge cock?
Mary squirmed. From the heat of her skin, dampness of her pussy, the desire rolling through her blood like a wave, she worried the answer would be a resounding “no”!
She did, however, feel a measure of relief seeing the intensity of heat and desire coursing through Dominic’s eyes. By the look of things, he was just as helpless in his lust as she was in hers. Even though Dominic had answered her major question, admitting he was a werewolf, so many smaller things needed clarifying. Did he become a raving killer when he changed? Could silver bullets really harm him? Did he heal fast like werewolves of myth?
Despite the multitude of questions rolling through her mind, a few things she simply knew from instinct. The werewolves of myth held nothing when compared with reality.
She grinned.
Dominic and his brothers were all studs. No overly hairy, half-mad men here. While Dominic had a nice amount of hair on his chest, it was lightly sprinkled, arrowing cheekily down to his huge, erect cock. His eyes were smiling, wickedly glinting deep blue, not a wide, mad flaming red.
No, this was not the slobbering, raving madness of the old movie werewolf. This was an intelligent, sexy man, who somehow became a wolf. Even from the small snippet of journal she had accidentally read, Mary knew Dominic was fully conscious of his thoughts and decisions while in wolf form.
Hadn’t he mentioned paying homage to his mistress the moon? Of feeling wild and free? Of scenting the forest and rich night air? None of that added up to a deranged, deluded killer beast.
As Dominic took a step toward her, she felt a thrill of lust course through her pussy. Beautifully naked, hugely erect, he was every woman’s fantasy incarnate. His deep blue eyes held wicked secrets of hot nights and hotter acts. His smile was smug and full of male knowledge. He knew he could satisfy her, knew a million ways to bring her to climax. Mary licked her dry lips. She hoped they could make it through a number of those ways before they both fainted from exhaustion and sexual satiation.
Dominic rested one bent knee on the edge of the bed. Mary held her centerfold position, grinning her encouragement. He leaned over to her, pulled her legs out to lay them flat. She wiggled, enjoyed the feeling of blood circulating back in her limbs.
Mary caught her breath as Dominic came over her, caging her with his huge body. His weight rested on his arms and legs, yet she could feel his presence, feel the heat pouring from his body. Mary opened her mouth slightly, silently asking for a kiss. Wanting to feel his soft lips against hers again.
When he bent down,
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