Page 74 of New Blood

Without having to tell her what he wanted, she braced her hands on the wall and offered herself to him.

His hard-on was close to a bursting point, so he didn’t waste time and gripped Danielle’s hip with one hand, then guided his cock to her entrance and thrust into her welcoming sheath. Her interior muscles were drenched in her juices and squeezing him tightly as if she would never let him go. Gripping both her hips now, he held her motionless, then withdrew all but for the last inch.

“Damn, Danielle, you drive me insane with lust. I can’t get enough of you.”

She reached back with one hand, placing it on his hip.

“Then fuck me hard. Please! I need this. I need you.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. His mate wanted him, and he would never deny her anything.

He plunged back into her, harder and faster this time.

“Like that?” he gritted from between clenched teeth, trying to hold onto his control so he could give her the pleasure she deserved.

“Yes, like that. With your rock-hard cock.”

Her words ignited something in him: a wildness that he rarely unleashed.

“Yes, fuck me with your beautiful cock,” she continued, now almost chanting.

It appeared his sexy mate loved talking dirty. He welcomed it. Fuck, it got him hornier than hell.

“Yeah, you want your pussy fucked by a cock like mine, huh?” he challenged, thrusting harder and faster. “Does that make you horny?”

“Yes, so damn horny. Oh, Jude!”

He let go of one of her hips and slid his hand to one breast.

“And your tits. Do you love it when I touch them?”

“Yes! Please, more.”

“More what?”

“Touch my tits,” she answered after a second’s hesitation.

“Good girl.” He squeezed her breast in his palm, then pinched her nipple.

A cry burst from her throat. It was music to his ears.

“Oh, you like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you?”

She moaned instead of answering. He released her other hip and gripped her left breast, giving it the same treatment as the right.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he let out between moans. “You have no idea how hot you make me.”

And how close to an earthshattering orgasm she was driving him. But he needed her to join him in his climax. Releasing one breast, he slid his hand down to her pussy. He found her clitoris and began caressing it in concert with his thrusts.

“Now be a good girl, and come for your big bad wolf,” he coaxed her, his mouth at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

She moaned. “Then be a big bad wolf,” she offered. “Show me you’re my master.”

Unable to resist the offer, he willed his fangs to descend. Werewolves didn’t always bite their lovers after the initial mating, but he knew it heightened the arousal of both partners. And right now, he knew Danielle needed it, and he did too. Opening his mouth wider, he set his teeth to her neck and punctured her skin with his sharp canines.

Before he even tasted her blood, Danielle shuddered in his arms, her pussy spasming around his cock, squeezing him so tightly that he lost all control. His semen exploded from the tip of his cock and filled her warm channel. He didn’t stop moving, but continued to thrust in and out of her, the movement now smoother due to the added lubrication. One hand on her clit, one on her breast, his teeth lodged in her neck, he bathed in the intimate pleasure they shared. Again and again, her pussy squeezed him as more waves of her orgasm crested, in turn reigniting his own climax, milking the last drop of semen from his still hard cock.

Slowly, he stilled his movements and released her neck. To stem the blood flow, he licked over the small puncture wounds, coating them with his saliva so they would heal in record time—an hour at most.