Page 22 of Big Bad Wolf

Goddamn it, the sensation of the bristly tail against my sensitive and slick skin is even more delicious the second time. I let out a soft moan, just in case he’s not sure that I like what he’s doing. Picking up on my heavy-handed clue, he drops his paw, squeezing my ass cheek through the flimsy fabric of the nightdress.

A second later, he places his claws beneath it, forcing me to go to my tiptoes so that he can do a little something to close the impressive gap in our heights.

“Red chooses.”

I’ll probably regret this come morning, but⁠—

“I choose you, Wolf. If only for this moment… if only for tonight… I choose this.”

That’s good enough for him. Probably because, to the half-wolf creature, he doesn’t understand that there could be any reason why I won’t be able to choose him again tomorrow. I choose him now and, since the moment we woke up in that nest together only this morning, that’s all he’s been waiting for.

“Wolf has waited lifetimes for his mate,” he rumbles, almost as though he knows what I’m thinking—or because he wants to point out that it wasn’t just a day to him. It was… it was… lifetimes.

Blackmoor is magic.

Magic is real.

Werewolves are real.

And I’m about to fuck one.

CHAPTER 8

KNOT

Before I can change my mind, I grip the hem of the night dress and slowly, purposely shimmy it up so that he can see the glistening curls that cover my pussy. Even if he can’t tell from his nose alone that I’m wet and ready from the way he used his tail to play with me, he can see it for himself now.

In answer, he swallows so roughly, I watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Pants go down,” he rasps.

I smirk at him, an open invitation in the curve of my lips. “Pants come off.”

Yes. They do.

I hope they’re not his only pair because he doesn’t bother with shrugging them down and removing them one leg at a time. Using his claws as a dervish, he’s naked in no time, tattered bits of linen fabric surrounding his paws before he bounds over to me, shoving his nose into my neck and breathing in deep.

I shiver, clutching whatever part of him I can reach. “How do you want⁠—”

“Hands,” he barks, arm suddenly wrapped around me. He only needs the one to lift me off of the ground easily, moving my body so that I’m facing the ground. Showing off his impressive strength, he begins to lower me to the dirt and the moss and the scattered leaves. “Knees. Now.”

What a surprise. The half-wolf beast of Blackmoor wants me on all fours so that he can mount me.

He waits until I’ve assumed the position in the air before he places me down gently. I spare a hand to grab my hair, throwing it over one shoulder so that it’s out of the way. Then, arching my back, showing him my ass, I wait for Wolf.

He’s as amped as I am. I expect he’ll adjust me as necessary, then get to it. I only hope he will be a good Wolf, careful not to hurt me, but the ache I’m feeling right now, waiting for him… it couldn’t be any worse.

But he doesn’t do anything. No oral. No touching. No immediate fucking.

What’s going on? “Wolf? You okay? I mean, if you don’t want to do this… you get to choose as much as I do. We don’t have to⁠—”

“No. It’s not that.” He hesitates. “It’s just… Wolf has never mated before.”

What? I jerk my head over my shoulder to find him right behind me, dick in hand. “Really?”

A muscle tics in his cheek. “Wolf has never found his Red before.”

The way he says that… was he looking for me or any one in a red cloak? Considering how one of the conditions of me getting to come inside of Blackmoor in the first place was that I had to keep the cloak and the hood on, that I needed to be a natural redhead, and that going in without panties was a non-negotiable…

What the⁠—