My Secret Werewolf Lover (My Secret Lover) Read Free Page B

until a warm gush of heat flooded between my legs. My hands threaded into his long hair while he kissed his way down past my navel, pressing his hot mouth against the front of my panties. My legs nearly gave out as his tongue laved against the silky fabric, sending my clit into a fierce throb. Even injured with one arm hanging limply at his side, Elijah proved himself more adept at bringing my body to life than any other man had managed while fully functioning.
    After working his tongue along my panty-covered slit until I thought I might go insane, Elijah tugged the last bit of fabric down roughly, almost hard enough to tear the seams. My stomach jumped with anticipation as I stepped out of them, baring my pussy. Fuck, the things that man’s tongue did to me were inhuman, swirling over my clit and plunging deep into my soaking cunt until I could barely hold myself upright. Each pass with that tongue drove a louder cry from my throat until I was sure that all the surrounding woods knew exactly what was going on.
    I wanted to come so bad that my cunt ached, but I wanted to do it with his monster cock jammed deep inside me. So when I edged too high near the abyss of pleasure, I pushed him away and bent over him.
    “Get on your back, Wolf,” I said in my most demanding, sinister tone.
    His eyes flashed bright yellow. “No. I will have your pleasure first.”
    It was odd, the way his speech fluctuated back and forth from modern to archaic. “You’ll have it when I’m riding that hot cock. Do it, Elijah. I know you’re hurting. Let’s not delay that one fucking minute longer. I need you inside me. Now.”
    Had his shoulder not been bandaged, I would have brutally shoved him down to prove the point. My urgency was a bit unsettling. I was no dead fish in bed, but this was way out of my norm. Sleeping with a werewolf might not change me into one, but I was definitely embracing my primal nature more than I had ever dared.
    The smoldering smile he gave me in return ignited my insides, and he slowly, sensuously scooted back and lowered himself flat. I straddled his thighs like the bitch in heat that I was, gripping his firm meat in my palm and squeezing it until the head of his dick was shiny and purple. I was so damn wet that he slipped in readily, and the more I lowered myself over that cock, the more I realized that he was going to bottom out much deeper than I’d ever felt before. And it was unbelievably good.
    When I sank all the way down to rest on his hips, I let out a long, low moan and sat there for a minute, my head tossed back and eyes closed so I could focus wholly on the sensation of having him fill me. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and my cunt walls contracted around him in response. Elijah’s breathing was ragged, and his good hand gripped my hip tightly, as though he were struggling to maintain his composure.
    Ten seconds later, neither of us had any.
    Words lack the ability to fully explain what happened when I began rocking my hips, and to say it was my best sex ever doesn’t begin to cover it. With that first coupling, we were very much together, yet each alone and separate as we writhed and rocked and slammed against one another in pursuit of sensations I, for one, had never come close to feeling. As his body penetrated mine, I absorbed some of his potent, aggressive energy, and the more of him I took in, the harder I ground my hips, trying to shove more of Elijah inside my being.
    We moved as separate entities for a while, each using the other selfishly and animally for our own pleasure. When I rubbed my clit against his pelvis, however, he met my gaze and fell into my rhythm. He reached up and took hold of my bouncing tits, squeezing my nipples and swearing with each violent slam of my hips. Some of his profanity came out in a language I’d never heard, yet I felt the intent of it, heard the feral need in his tone. My fingernails dug into his upper shoulders as I fucked that long cock, driving it