Page 21 of Big Bad Wolf

I gulp. “You noticed that?”

“Wolf notices everything.”

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

I swallow. “So you… changed for me. Is that it?”

“Red needs two legs,” he says simply.

I run my fingers down his hot skin. “That doesn’t mean I’m just going to—” My words stop short as that same sensation from before hits me. Only, this time, I know what it is. Something bristly yet soft brushes against my inner leg before swishing a little higher, dipping under my skirt, and swiping against my curls.

I gasp, falling forward, unwittingly giving him the chance to slide between my legs and touch my folds.

But Wolf… he isn’t touching me with his hands. Not his fingers, either, or his claws.

Nope.

That’s his tail.

He’s tailing me. Not quite fingering me since his hands are holding tightly to my upper arms, keeping me against him, Wolf is teasing my pussy by rubbing the length of his tail over it.

And, fuck me, but does that feel fantastic.

“Wolf—” My voice falters as he uses the tip to prod at my entrance, as though he instinctively is trying to fuck me with his tail.

I yip, eyes shooting up to him.

He’s watching me. Of course he is.

Watching to see how I react. To see if I like what he’s doing to me.

No. I told him I would let him know when I was ready. That it would be my choice. He obviously is ready to bend me over and fuck me whenever I give him the ‘go’ sign, but I haven’t yet.

“Stop.”

He does. His tail immediately droops, curling around the back of my knee.

I’m panting. My libido is shouting at me to tell him to put that sucker back where he had it, but if I do that, I’ll… I’ll…

I’ll have something to remember when I leave Blackmoor with a wish.

Fuck it. If I believe that JOSIE521 can bang Krampus in front of Santa Claus, and Sandy made it pretty fucking clear that there were plenty of monsters in the woods who might hunger for human women and not because the thought of them as food, I might as well engage in a little monster sex myself.

What’s the harm? It’s not like a wolf-man and a human woman can pop out a litter. Even if we could, Sandy loaded me up with a shit ton of vitamins the morning I was allowed to enter Blackmoor. One of them, she admitted, served as a month’s supply of birth control.

At the time, I thought they were taking the idea of banging the beasts a little too far, but since I highly doubt Wolf has a condom inside those linen trousers, I’m about to let him fuck me bare—and I’m looking forward to it way more than I should.

“Wolf?”

“Yes?”

“I changed my mind. Don’t stop.”

Wolf is a lot smarter than I’ve given him credit for. I said ‘don’t stop’ and instead of asking questions or double-checking that I said what he thought I said, he uses his knee to widen my thighs before sticking his nose in that direction and inhaling sharply.

The gold in his eye flares to a brilliant orange color as he picks up the scent of my obvious arousal. Shoving his knee in between them so that I don’t cut off his access to the sweet spot, he curves his arm around me, pressing his palm to my lower back.

Then, once I’m left open for him, he swishes his tail behind him and moves it in front of him, the fur rubbing the entire length of my exposed pussy.