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beneath his skin. The sound that came from Brienne’s mouth was something akin to a snarl, though had enough moan in it to display her frenzied arousal. If this was her dream made flesh, then she was going to own it, the young woman thought to herself. She felt just as powerful as the dominant shifter, even if her’s was a different kind of power. In her mind’s eye she could see that Roland was blood and fur and fire, whereas she was the earth itself, the air, and even the silver light of the moon.
     
    All eyes were on the young woman as she stood up and stalked towards Roland as she pulled her top off. She let it fall to the ground and then removed her braw to fling it away as she reached Roland. Once she had drawn close she could see that the dozens of claw marks and bruises he’d endured during his fight with Arn were already beginning to close and heal. Just like the legends this lycanthrope was nearly impervious to physical harm’s longer lasting effects. Brienne boldly reached out and unfastened Roland’s belt, then pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees as she knelt before him.
     
    Roland let out a low moan that sounded more like a growl as Brienne took hold of his thick shaft and began licking the tip of the shifter’s impressive manhood. The young woman looked up at the alpha and as their eyes met she spoke.
     
    “Howl for me,” said Brienne, and the shifter smiled wickedly as he tilted his head back and drew a deep breath. As he did the young woman took him into her mouth, and the sound of his howl echoed through the forest.
     
    Brienne continued to bob her head back and forth on his member as Roland groaned and brushed her hair out of her face so that he could see himself slide in and out of her gorgeous mouth. The young woman knew that everyone in the camp was watching, and more than that she felt as if the whole of the earth and its creatures bore witness as well. Brienne was caught up in the tempest of energy and fellated her man with renewed gusto, taking the base of his shaft in one hand while cradling his balls in her other. Soon the only sounds in the camp were those of her slurping on his manhood and the crackle of the twin fires as everyone watched their mating with rapt attention.
     
    She was lost in the taste of him, and the particular smell of his shifter nature had become something she could sense, and she wanted as much of it as she could get. Brienne pulled his thick shaft from her mouth and pulled him by the waist down to the ground, then pushed him gently onto his back. The two of them worked furiously to removed the last bits of clothing the two of them had, and then Brienne crawled on top of him. Roland’s hands were still clawed and dreadfully powerful as he gripped her waist while she lowered herself onto his throbbing pillar.
     
    He was so large she felt as if her internal organs were rearranging themselves to cope with his size, and she loved the pleasant struggle to take all of him into her. Within moments she was riding him like a wild beast, all pretense of decorum was lost, and to all the assembled shifters it was clear that Brienne was taking Roland, not the other way around. She felt power unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and the fact that he’d just fought with tooth and claw to win her made the young woman feel even more savagely aroused. Brienne held Roland’s wrists and the two of them worked together to lift her up and slam her down on his manhood as the young woman moaned loudly in ecstasy.
     
    He might be the alpha of this pack, and may have bested a rival shifter, but she was the dominant lover. Brienne, the nineteen year old college girl who had been all but kidnapped from the frat party, rode the violent alpha werewolf like she owned him. Somehow, deep in the core of her being, the young woman knew this was the way it had to be. She had to dominate the alpha with her womanhood, and as the wolf beneath her thrust himself upwards into her