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“Bite me again, motherfucker. If I don’t come in the next couple of minutes, you’re going to deeply regret it.”
The bastard chuckled and smirked, and I grabbed one of his nipples and let my claws pop through the ends of my fingers into the skin behind it.
Rather than get pissed or scream in pain, he moaned in bliss.
“Don’t need to bite you again, just need you to stop blocking me. Relax and open to me, warrior wolf. You felt me feeding off your lust earlier, and you acted like you trusted me not to take too much, but then you found a way to put a shield up against it. Take the shield down, Cora. Let me back in.”
I could sense my blood in his veins as if it was still in my body. The same blood making my clit throb like a fucking drum was in his dick, inside my cunt, fucking me. I took a breath and cautiously released the shield my wolf had constructed when we’d felt something hinky. It pissed her off, but I’d make it up to her later.
And then the feeling was back, but I could analyze it this time, and it was as if the more of my lust he drank, the more lust I felt, building on itself exponentially while he fucked the living daylights out of me, and finally, finally, a wave of bliss crashed over me and took me under, so I couldn’t scream my way through it, I could only open my mouth and exhale in a silent screech that perhaps some bats nearby heard, but no one else would.
And when the orgasm had drained me until I was limp as cooked spaghetti, he gently rolled me over and pulled me up so I was on all fours, his trousers somehow magically under my knees, and he entered me from behind, calling to my wolf, so while I was still in human form, he was fucking us both, and he brought us both to a screaming orgasm this time, my vocal chords shifting just enough for her to howl through our second giant release of the day.
* * * *
Marco
I’d put a frozen coconut-oil suppository in my pocket just before we began fighting, and since I had no body heat until I drank from her, it was still a solid mass, waiting for me to use it.
I also had a small tube of room-temperature coconut oil, with a flip top, so when I brought her again, to a rip-roaring orgasm I was certain brought both the woman and the wolf to a screaming release even before I heard the call of the wolf coming from Cora’s vocal cords. And while she was still locked into place experiencing the tail end of that release, I inserted the suppository into her ass without warning, slicked my hand, pulled my member from her slit, lubed myself, placed the head of my still-hard cock at the opening of her bottom, and thrust inside, claiming her once again.
I went a little slower in this region than I had in the other, but not by much. I scented pain and arousal, but it was all sweet and tangy, so I pressed harder and faster, until I was buried in her backside, and my balls boiled with lust and hunger.
My inner vampire wanted to growl out that she was mine, but the parts of me still a tiny bit human understood I risked losing her if I tried to claim her with my words, so I’d just have to do so with my actions.
“Fuck, Marco. Give me a second!”
“Try rephrasing that as a request. You’ll learn I don’t appreciate orders.” To drive the point home, I sped up a little.
“Please, you bloody fucking vampire,” she said in a horrible British accent. “A second to get used to your cock would be most appreciated.” She dropped the accent and went back to her normal tone. “It feels like being fucked by a motherfucking coke can. How damned big are you?”
Because she’d sort-of asked nicely, even if she was a huge smart-ass about it, I pressed in and stopped so she could get used to my size.
Vampires, especially the most powerful of us, are selective in whom we choose to bring over. The vampire who found me declared I needed to be turned because my cock needed to be saved for womankind. Well, it was a different language, and womankind isn’t a good translation, but it’s the best one can do in English. She begged her Master to turn me, since it was more likely I’d gain the gift of being able to drink lust if he did the deed, rather than her, but by the time I’d come out of the craziness, she’d moved on and was no longer interested in me.
All that to say, my cock is unreasonably large, but rather than give her my measurements, I answered her question with, “Big enough you know who’s up your ass, yes?”
“Fuck, Marco. Damn. Yeah, you got that right. Okay, you can move now, if it pleases you to do so.”
The last part of her sentence might be the words required of a submissive or slave, but her tone was the opposite of submissive — she was sarcastic and demanding at the same time, and it absolutely worked for me. I didn’t want a doormat in my bed, and in fact, I’d learned long ago that having a weak man or woman in my bed while I was Master didn’t work for me. The person at my side was a reflection of me.
Also, I needed someone who could hold her own. Someone who wouldn’t wait for me to show up and rescue him or her when my enemies tried to use them as a fucking chess piece on a board.
I pulled my dick all the way out and then forced my way back in at a moderate pace, and then pulled out just to the head before pressing back in, over and over. Not especially slow, but smooth and consistent. Out and in, out and in. Her muscles gripped me, her heat inflamed every nerve ending in my dick, but I kept it to a consistent speed. I wanted to ram into her like a wild man, but I also wanted her to come back.
A few minutes in, she began to move with me, pushing back on me when I went in, and I picked up the pace. Not many people can handle me in their bowels without a ton of prep, and other than making certain she was lubed, I hadn’t given her so much as a finger of preparation.
This wolf could handle me. I’d hurt her when I entered her, opened her so she hurt and burned with the stretch, but she’d been in the throes of an orgasm and she’d used her lust to power through the pain and deal with it.
Sodomy. Now there’s an English word I’m right fond of, and I proceeded to sodomize the warrior wolf’s ass, going faster and faster until the friction built up heat, and I drank in the she-wolf’s lust while making sure to return enough of it back to her, she wouldn’t miss the energy I’d taken in, and might even sense that she had more than what she started with. The magic between us was strong, after all.
I fucked her until my balls drew up, and just before they erupted, I reached around and put steady pressure on her clit, which wasn’t steady at all since I was pummeling her from behind, and then held my own pleasure back until her final release of the session began.
And this is when I bit her again, from behind, and drank the wolf down while giving her every orgasm cocktail known to me at the same time.
I wanted this wolf in my bed every chance she had, and I’ve never been known to play fair.
Chapter 1
