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His tongue flicked inside her, and her muscles throbbed to welcome him. So many nights she’d dreamed of having him inside her and it was never anything like this.
He pushed his tongue deeper, curling it forward. She could no longer hold back. The sensation was too much.
She cried out, her voice echoing against the walls of Broadstone Hall.
Wesley pulled away from her, watching with satisfaction as her body spasmed and licked his lips.
“That was…like nothing—”
“Not done,” he rumbled as he rose to his feet. His tail swished frantically behind him, and he let out a howl before he pulled his jacket away from his chest.
Phillipa wanted to help strip his clothes off him, but her bones were made of jelly. There was nothing she could do but sit back and watch the show.
And what a show it was, as he tugged at his cravat. He let it fall to the ground and tore his jacket away from his body.
He was down to his breeches, with the outline of his hard cock ready to burst through the fabric. He fumbled with the buttons, groaning.
“Wolven, please, let me.” Phillipa’s body shook as she leaned forward. Her hands were rubbish, and that bulge was huge…her mouth went dry, thinking about how it would possibly fit.
In the aftermath of her orgasms, she felt empty, now that she knew what it was like to have the wolven inside her.
His cock sprung free of his breeches.
“You’re so big, wolven.”
He moaned, wrapping his paw around the impressive shaft and giving it a rough pump. Phillipa was fascinated. She’d never been so close to a naked man before, let alone a beast. His cock was thick and covered with the same dark fur as the rest of his body, except for the tip, which was pink.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
He grunted, and she laughed. When Wesley was at his most wild, his words became strained. Straight to the point. At first, it had startled her, but now it gave her a thrill every time he slipped into his beast persona.
And as she reached for his shaft, her hand so tiny against its pulsing girth, he was at his most feral. It should have scared her. But inside, he was all Wesley.
He put his paw over her hand and guided her up and down his shaft. They’d pause when they reached a spot that brought him pleasure.
“Good,” he said. “So good.”
She was so glad she was able to please him. Her only real experience had come from fae gossip and her own hand. She rubbed her fingers just under the pink tip of his cock, and his hips bucked forward.
He growled. “Need you.”
“I need you too, wolven.”
“Need. To be inside you.” Once again, he was on his knees, and he pushed her legs apart. His claws pierced her thighs, but not enough to break the soft skin.
Her body was hot and she felt wild, like she could turn wolven too.
He took his cock in his hand and angled it against her opening. Her heart stuttered in her chest. What if he didn’t fit inside her? She had no idea how this could possibly work. But she was more than ready to find out.
Slowly he pushed against her, sliding inside. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened. The feeling was…nothing like anything she’d ever felt before. There was a slight pain as he stretched her, but it was divine, almost like her body was changing to accommodate her wolven.
“Is it okay?” he asked, sounding the most he had like Wesley since he’d stripped her out of her dress.
“It’s wonderful.” He’d slid inside of her as far as he possibly could. She felt full, complete.
He curled his narrow hips back, and it was on the tip of her tongue to protest before he slammed back inside her.
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