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She wanted this. Her body pulsed and tingled at his very touch. She hadn’t even felt this way on her wedding night, for she hadn’t been properly prepared. Of course, she knew the basics, but it wasn’t until she’d spent time with Ainslee and the rest of the fae that she really found out what she was missing.
And she’d gotten a taste of what was to come at the Ball…
Wesley held her face in his hands as his lips moved against hers. It was much more intentional than their earlier kiss, which could easily be categorized as stolen. This was slow and deliberate.
Magical.
His wet, cold nose bumped against her skin as his tongue moved into her mouth, tangling with hers. She was so thankful that he held her, because her knees were weak, and her legs numb. And she wanted to explore him, know what his sharp teeth felt like against her tongue.
His fur against her bare skin.
His massive cock inside her.
The last thought made her shiver. Wesley rumbled against her cheek. He moved his lips down to her neck, meeting the spot where her pulse beat wildly for him.
His fingers moved to her back, and he let out a growl.
“Buttons,” she said.
“Yes,” he muttered.
“Rip them if you must, wolven,” she said. Ainslee’s warning that she had to treat these dresses with care because they were the only ones she had was a distant memory. A complication she would deal with after the Ball. Now, she needed to be claimed by her wolven.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. The fabric ripped away, and the cool morning air hit her dressing gown. Wesley moaned in approval as he pushed the dress away from her shoulders. Stepping out of it, she untied her dressing gown and let it fall to the grass.
Wesley’s gaze raked over her body. She could hardly believe she was standing in the garden, stark naked, when anyone could come around the corner and see her. But the way this wolven was looking at her made all her inhibitions fade away.
He brushed one of his leathery paws over her nipple. It tightened in response.
“Let me undress you, wolven.”
He shook his head. “Want to play.”
“I do too. I want to feel that fur against my skin.” She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to suppress a moan as his paw trailed down her stomach, the sensation of the fur tickling her sent shockwaves through her system.
But nothing prepared her for when he reached between her legs. She cried out, clasping his shoulders so she didn’t fall to her knees. Those claws were so sharp, they could slice her open if he wasn’t careful. She wanted to say something, but her lips could not form words.
His movements were slow at first, but he found his rhythm quickly, and the pulsing she’d felt so often between her legs intensified to a frenzy. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body, and she felt as if she would lose control at any moment.
“Wolven,” she managed.
His eyes were heavy-lidded. “Bench,” was all he said.
Phillipa could hardly comprehend the command. Wesley was all beast, and the word came out as a pure growl.
“Bench.” The repeated command was followed by a more intense growl. Her legs barely could hold her up, let alone walk over to the bench. It was against the fence, next to one of the scandalous statues. The stone was cold against her bare bottom.
Wesley was down on his knees. With one deft move, he spread her legs wide. Phillipa grasped the edge of the bench as her heart pounded. but not enough to break it. His growl was purely feral, as he traced the outline of her clit with his claw. His movements were much more deliberate than they had been moments before. Her muscles throbbed in response. His fur tickled her nether lips, and his leathery skin felt like velvet against the sensitive nub.
She closed her eyes. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her body was overcome with sensation. When she managed to look at Wesley, she found him grinning in satisfaction.
“Taste you,” he said, pulling her closer to him. The stone scraped her bare bottom, but the pain mixed with pleasure felt more divine than she could ever imagine.
The wolven hooked her legs over her shoulder and lowered his mouth to her mound.
“Wolven,” She could barely speak the word. The way his snout felt against her sex was something she could not have anticipated. The soft fur tickled her folds, his cold nose against her clit, and his tongue…
Each stoke was strong, sure, and enough to drive her over the edge. Her body bucked in response, and he grasped her hips, holding her in place.
