A drop of precum leaks from the tip of his cock and lands on my inner thigh. It’s hot, a brand marking me as his.
“Would you let me fuck you, Emma?” he asks, curling his body over mine to huff at my neck. “If I touch your pretty pink pussy right now, will I find you wet?”
“Yes,” I breathe, though I’m not sure which question I’m answering.
Would I allow him to fuck me? I’d like to, but that monstrous cock of his looks far too big for comfort, not to mention the swelling at the bottom, and we haven’t even kissed, for God’s sake, so why am I so eager to be stuffed full of him? But I’m definitely wet, embarrassingly so, both from before and fromthis. My arousal coats the insides of my thighs, and I know Troy can scent it on me.
He dips his head and runs his tongue between my breasts, then focuses on one. He licks my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I should be terrified with his large teeth that close to my sensitive parts, but he exerts just the right amount of pressure, never crossing my pain threshold. He worships one breast, then the other, then licks down my soft belly to my navel, eliciting a giggle from me.
He glances up at me and grins, then does it again. I love that he’s relaxing, though his muscles are still tightly coiled. He’s holding himself back for my benefit.
He grasps my thick thighs with his hands and pushes them farther apart, making room for his shoulders. His breath hits my pussy first, and it’s my only warning before his hot, rough tongue swipes over my clit. I cry out in pleasure, my legs twitching in an effort to close around him, but he’s holding me down, holding me open for him, and I can only lie back and let him feast on me.
He eats me like I’m his last meal, slurping up my slickness with long laps of his tongue, then teasing my clit so I grow wetter still. He fucks his long tongue into my pussy, and I clench around him, trembling on the edge of my release. Troy seems to know it, too, because he presses the blunt tip of his thumb to my clit, slipping around it, over it, while he thrusts his tongue as deep as it will go.
The tension snaps inside me, and I come, screaming Troy’s name. He growls against my flesh, and he licks up everything I give him. His tongue laps at my pussy, my clit, as if he doesn’t want to leave behind even the smallest drop of my pleasure.
“Fuck, your taste,” he groans, then rests his forehead on my hip. “You’re a dream, Emma.”
I lie on the desk, limp and wrung out, but at his words, I lift my hand and touch his cheek. “I’m real. And I’m here for you.”
The words tumble from my lips, and I know they’re the right ones. Troy looks up, his golden eyes shining with hope. Then he straightens, looming over me. I spread my thighs wider and plant my heels on the edge of the desk, exposing myself to him. Though I’m more than satisfied, I want Troy to fuck me, because he needs it.Weneed it. I don’t know what impulse is driving me, but it’s beautiful and safe and exactly right. I was always meant to be here, on his desk, spread out for him.
But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead of shoving his thick cock inside me, he grips my throat lightly with one hand and curls his body over me. His gaze remains locked on mine. He wraps his other hand around his length and gives himself a firm stroke. I don’t try to take over—this seems to be how he needs me, and I’m here for him. Instead, I dig my fingers into his pelt and pull him down for a kiss.
Troy thrusts his tongue into my mouth, then nips my bottom lip with his sharp teeth, and the pain shoots a jolt of pleasure through me, back to my core. My pussy squeezes around emptiness. I moan, and the needy sound seems to ignite a new sense of urgency in my wolfman. He buries his face in my neck and takes a deep huff, and then he’s climaxing, his hot cum splashing over my pussy, my belly, my thighs.
He rears up in a beautiful display of power and jerks his cock with rough tugs, squeezing the last of himself onto my overheated skin.
“Fuck!” He shudders, his back bowing. “Emma, gods!”
I grin up at him, satisfied and more than a little turned on. “Yeah?”
“I can’t fucking wait to be inside you,” Troy growls.
He lets go of his cock and braces his hands on either side of my shoulders. Then he leans down and kisses me deeply, the caress different from before. He was rushing earlier, his needeclipsing everything, but now he claims me with slow licks of his tongue. When we break apart, I’m panting again, ready for more.
Troy stares down at the mess he made on me, and his lips curl into a possessive, satisfied smile that exposes his sharp fangs. “You look so good, honey. But I can scent your pussy growing wet again. Do you want more from me?”
Embarrassment washes over me, and I try to close my thighs to hide myself from him, but he won’t let me. His hands grip my thighs, holding them apart. With a shudder, he forces himself into his human form, and the scars which I saw before now fade to silvery lines crisscrossing his torso. He’s beautiful like this, still rough and large but more focused, less driven by his instincts.
“Are you…” He stares at my pussy and stops himself, then swallows and tries again. “I want to push all my cum inside you, Emma.” He looks up at me, his blue eyes earnest. “I didn’t fuck you because we haven’t talked about it yet, but I’d like nothing more than to fuck you so full of my seed you’d be dripping all over.”
I gasp at the crude image he paints. But as I glance down at myself, at the streaks of cooling cum painting my body, I can’t bring myself to be repulsed by the idea.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “I’ll have to take it later this morning, but we’re safe.”
He shivers as if he’s having trouble remaining human-shaped. “Just so you know, I’ll do my best to convince you to stop taking them. I want you round and pregnant, and I’m not ashamed of it.”
His words should horrify me. We’ve known each other for less than a day, and we haven’t even had real sex yet, but the conviction that this is exactly where I’m meant to be remains strong inside me.
“Come on,” he says suddenly.
I blink up at him, about to protest—he promised me something, then didn’t deliver after all. But he offers me his hand to pull me up, then hauls me into his arms.
“Shower,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “Carter and Sebastian are waiting for us.”
I gasp, covering my face with my hands. “Did they hear us?”
