had obviously come out to play.
They both wanted her.
Brenna’s eyes still burned with her animal’s presence but now her pores ached as well. She let her gaze quickly flick to her arms and noted the golden fur that slid free.
Apparently her wolf had come out as well.
“Brenna… Need. Mate.”
Her beast responded, bypassing her human brain. “Mate.”
God, they sounded like Neanderthals. Seriously?
Brenna’s fingers throbbed, nails burning, and she realized her nails were lengthening and thickening as well. Okay then.
“Strip,” Declan snarled.
She grinned, exposing her wolf’s sharpened fangs. “You first.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Fabric shredded beneath his claws and she couldn’t help but to follow his lead. It didn’t take long for her to destroy everything she wore and even less time for him to pounce.
The first rough connection of skin on skin nearly sent her flying over the edge of release. She was so close to coming, the little bit of petting they’d exchanged already having her ready to tip.
But not yet. She wanted him inside her, filling her, before she came.
“Declan… Mate…”
A rumbling growl escaped him, vibrating the air she breathed. “Mine.”
Then she was. Well, was-ish. First he shoved her legs apart and crawled between her thighs. His long, thick cock rose from the trimmed thatch of hair at his groin, seeming to beg to be inside her.
Yes, she wanted that too.
One claw-tipped hand gripped her hip while the other toyed with her soaked pussy, a finger sliding along her slit. “So wet.” Brenna spread her thighs wider, hoping for more of his touch. “Wet for me.”
“No shit. Any other wolf fucking with my clit right now?” Seriously? That actually needed to be said?
He growled and bared his teeth, more of his fangs coming out to play.
Okay, obviously it did need to be said.
“Just for you, Declan. My mate.” He flicked said clit, nail gently rubbing over the bundle of nerves. She shouted with the hint of pain that joined the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck! Need you now.”
The hand tormenting her pussy left and she raised her head, watching him grip the base of his cock. He positioned the tip at her moist opening and then stared at her, his eyes—his wolf’s eyes—asking for permission.
“Yes.”
He let his lids drift down and then lifted them once again to reveal the chocolate irises she was familiar with. “I’ll claim you as mine. I won’t be able to stop.”
Brenna’s wolf didn’t give a flying fuck and she decided to let the animal have her way. At worst, she’d gnaw him to death. She took down one guy already, how hard could another be.
She refused to acknowledge that “taking down” really meant “biting after Declan did most of the work.”
“Do it. Make me yours.” They could worry about dating and whatnot later. Fucking now.
All hesitation left Declan. He kept his wolven gaze on her as he pushed his cock into her heat, penetrating her with his thick shaft. Each millimeter forward stroked more and more of her nerves, ones that hadn’t been properly petted in years now awoke. Each one sent spears of pleasure dancing through her limbs. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart while the bliss enveloped her from head to toe.
And yet, he wasn’t finished. Nope, it was like the never-ending dick.
If she was honest, she was good with that. Especially when the head of his cock stroked her G-spot and wasn’t that a lovely bundle of nerves.
Yes, yes it was.
Eventually (it took forever) he possessed her fully, his hips flush with hers and pubic bone nestled against her clit in the most perfect of ways. Super, very, amazingly perfect.
Declan leaned over her, holding his weight on his hands as their gazes met. So much possessiveness and dominance lived in his expression and what should have scared her… didn’t.
“Brenna.”
“Declan,” she sighed, his warmth heating her from inside out. “Take me, Declan.”
He
They both wanted her.
Brenna’s eyes still burned with her animal’s presence but now her pores ached as well. She let her gaze quickly flick to her arms and noted the golden fur that slid free.
Apparently her wolf had come out as well.
“Brenna… Need. Mate.”
Her beast responded, bypassing her human brain. “Mate.”
God, they sounded like Neanderthals. Seriously?
Brenna’s fingers throbbed, nails burning, and she realized her nails were lengthening and thickening as well. Okay then.
“Strip,” Declan snarled.
She grinned, exposing her wolf’s sharpened fangs. “You first.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Fabric shredded beneath his claws and she couldn’t help but to follow his lead. It didn’t take long for her to destroy everything she wore and even less time for him to pounce.
The first rough connection of skin on skin nearly sent her flying over the edge of release. She was so close to coming, the little bit of petting they’d exchanged already having her ready to tip.
But not yet. She wanted him inside her, filling her, before she came.
“Declan… Mate…”
A rumbling growl escaped him, vibrating the air she breathed. “Mine.”
Then she was. Well, was-ish. First he shoved her legs apart and crawled between her thighs. His long, thick cock rose from the trimmed thatch of hair at his groin, seeming to beg to be inside her.
Yes, she wanted that too.
One claw-tipped hand gripped her hip while the other toyed with her soaked pussy, a finger sliding along her slit. “So wet.” Brenna spread her thighs wider, hoping for more of his touch. “Wet for me.”
“No shit. Any other wolf fucking with my clit right now?” Seriously? That actually needed to be said?
He growled and bared his teeth, more of his fangs coming out to play.
Okay, obviously it did need to be said.
“Just for you, Declan. My mate.” He flicked said clit, nail gently rubbing over the bundle of nerves. She shouted with the hint of pain that joined the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck! Need you now.”
The hand tormenting her pussy left and she raised her head, watching him grip the base of his cock. He positioned the tip at her moist opening and then stared at her, his eyes—his wolf’s eyes—asking for permission.
“Yes.”
He let his lids drift down and then lifted them once again to reveal the chocolate irises she was familiar with. “I’ll claim you as mine. I won’t be able to stop.”
Brenna’s wolf didn’t give a flying fuck and she decided to let the animal have her way. At worst, she’d gnaw him to death. She took down one guy already, how hard could another be.
She refused to acknowledge that “taking down” really meant “biting after Declan did most of the work.”
“Do it. Make me yours.” They could worry about dating and whatnot later. Fucking now.
All hesitation left Declan. He kept his wolven gaze on her as he pushed his cock into her heat, penetrating her with his thick shaft. Each millimeter forward stroked more and more of her nerves, ones that hadn’t been properly petted in years now awoke. Each one sent spears of pleasure dancing through her limbs. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart while the bliss enveloped her from head to toe.
And yet, he wasn’t finished. Nope, it was like the never-ending dick.
If she was honest, she was good with that. Especially when the head of his cock stroked her G-spot and wasn’t that a lovely bundle of nerves.
Yes, yes it was.
Eventually (it took forever) he possessed her fully, his hips flush with hers and pubic bone nestled against her clit in the most perfect of ways. Super, very, amazingly perfect.
Declan leaned over her, holding his weight on his hands as their gazes met. So much possessiveness and dominance lived in his expression and what should have scared her… didn’t.
“Brenna.”
“Declan,” she sighed, his warmth heating her from inside out. “Take me, Declan.”
He
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