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Hot, Hard & Howling
Her orgasm built slowly, despite the grueling pace the Were had set. With each
thrust he brought her closer. She tightened her muscles again to get the most from his
efforts—and it hit. She tried to gain some footing to push back and hold him steady as
she came.
He stopped, holding her tight against his hips, buried deep. Trent let out a throaty
moan as her pussy fluttered around his cock. “Nell, baby. Yes. Fuck. That’s good.”
He held her against him, letting her savor her explosion for only a moment before
he pulled out then grasped her by the shoulders, pulled her upright and turned her to
face him. “So fucking sexy.” He kissed her hungrily, biting at her lips until she opened
them. Nell was weak from her orgasm and overwhelmed by the feeling of being so
needed. And he did need her. He may never admit it openly, but she felt it in every
want-filled, hungry touch out here under the moon.
His free hand moved up her back, pulling her against his body, and she could feel
his jeans still at his knees. Trent’s tongue invaded her mouth, leaving no doubt that this
man did everything with wicked intent. There would be precious few times the wolf
was soft and sappy. No, her wolf was wild and untamed and that’s exactly what had
always attracted her. He was man enough to match her, man enough to best her on
occasion, and man enough to meet her strong Demon needs.
Trent maneuvered them until he was sitting in the other swing, kicking off his jeans
and boots in the process. He lifted Nell and sat her astride his lap, thighs between the
chains and his waist. She watched silently as he unhooked the clips that bound her cuffs
together and placed her hands on the chains. His gaze lingered over her wet and
swollen pussy before moving up her body. He leaned in and took a nipple in his teeth,
biting with just the right amount of force to make Nell tighten her grip on the chains
and let her head fall back. The movement pushed her wet pussy against his still-hard
cock. He released his tight bite on her nipple and teased the lingering sting with little
flicks of his tongue.
Nell was whimpering, wondering how long she could hold the chains and not grab
his head and pull him closer, begging for more, more of his tongue, more of his
attention. He moved to her other breast and repeated the torture, biting, teasing. She
was writhing on his lap, pleading with louder and louder moans.
Had this been any other man she would have grabbed him, steered the situation to
her needs, her wants, and then likely felt empty and unsatisfied even after her
completion. But this wasn’t any other man.
When Nell was sure she could take no more of his teasing torment, Trent stopped
and ran his hands over her back and kissed his way up to her ear. “What do you want,
baby?”
“You.”
“More specific, little Demon.” He bit her neck, causing her head to fall back again,
giving her the perfect view of the full moon.
“Fuck me, Prime.”
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