Wetness seeped from her sex.
“They’re not alone in their interest.”
At Ezra’s growl, her attention shot back to him, and she gave another stunned exhalation. Tej and Rhys were impressive, while Ezra’s cock truly left her speechless as it stretched up to his navel with a thick curve.
And it was meant for her.
Her astounded gaze went to his. “I couldn’t…it’s impossible…”
“A few hours ago, you believed werewolves were impossible.”
“But—”
He silenced her as his huge hands stroked between the open panels of her stays. Her shift was a wisp of fabric, worn thin by many washings. It provided no barrier to the feel of him as he caressed her breasts. Her nipples were achingly hard, and he circled them with his claws. She arched into his touch, all coherent thought scattering at the sensation of claw on flesh.
He bent down and lapped at her breasts. Even through the fabric, his tongue was rough against her skin, making her moan. He saturated the muslin until it was completely transparent. Her nipples were red and pointed as they pressed tightly against the thin shift. The more he licked, the more her body grew hot and achy and needing.
“Oh, God.” The words flew from her as he grabbed her arse and lifted her.
He raised her high, as easily as though she were a dandelion. Up and up she went until, incredibly, her hips were level with his head. One of his hands tugged her skirts high, uncovering her sex. He held her steadily in place.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he snarled.
“I can’t—I’ll fall?—”
“I’ve got you.”
She did as he commanded, her thighs bracketing his head, the fur of his muzzle teasing her skin.
His muzzle pressed against her sex, sniffing, inhaling. “Fuck. The smell of you. The taste of you.”
His tongue dove between the lips of her sex. The roughness of the texture, far coarser than it had been when he was a man, and the deftness with which he wielded his tongue made her cry out. He’d learned how she liked it. Now he used that knowledge to pleasure her. She clutched her hands in his fur, holding on as tightly as she could as he lapped at her.
Was this truly happening? A werewolf licking her cunt?
He painted her clitoris with purposeful strokes. She pushed into him, pleasure building fast and feverishly. Having him eat her cunt as a man had been extraordinary, but to have him lick and suck like this, rough and feral, made her mindless with ecstasy. Just as it had when he’d licked her breasts, her flesh grew hotter here, throbbing and desperate. It was driving her to madness. She needed to be filled. She writhed and shook, her chest arched so that her breasts jutted into the cool night air.
“Touch your nipples,” he demanded in a hoarse rasp. “Pinch them.”
She nearly protested again that she would fall if she let go of him, but he showed no signs of dropping her. Indeed, his whole body vibrated with strength. So, she did as he told her, pinching her nipples through the wet fabric of her shift.
At the same time, his tongue dove into her passage, filling her with its nimble muscularity.
She came on a scream.
He continued to lick her, drinking her cunt down in hungry, avaricious mouthfuls. Another climax struck her, almost blinding in its intensity.
Her thighs trembled, her body going liquid.
“I can’t stay up,” she protested faintly.
Slowly, he lowered her, until they were eye to eye. She pressed kisses to his muzzle. This was different from kissing his face when he’d been a man, the feel of fur and whiskers on her lips. She tasted herself on his fur.
He growled in approval. “You’re ready for me.”
Wide-eyed, she glanced down at his cock. He’d been big inside her before, but now…
A chuckle came from low in his chest. “Have faith.”
