If she struggled to breathe or began panting, if she showed any sign of his magnificent body being her undoing, he would take over and fuck her as he wished.
And God, she wanted that. Call it her breeding. Maybe it was the predator that ran as powerfully in her blood as it did his. Katrin wouldn’t relent in torturing herself. She would have her pleasure, and he would have his. But she wanted it on her terms. Cariboo lunewulf, and Malta werewolves for that matter, had reigned over their land, controlled the world around them and dominated all those who lived in their presence. That blood, that raw, untamed nature, ran as thick inside her as it did in Jarvis, in their ancestors, and would in werewolves for centuries to come.
So yes, he would fuck her. She would demand it. But first, she wanted the carnal pleasure of flesh against flesh. She wanted to explore, claim and conquer all that was rightfully hers. Katrin grabbed the zipper on his jeans and pulled it down.
“Stay,” she warned him, and wasn’t able to stop a grin.
Katrin scooted down his legs and grabbed his jeans at either side of his waist. Then pulling with unleashed strength, she dragged his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang to life, immediately at attention and causing her to look from his face to the hard promise of ultimate satisfaction.
Jarvis growled. It vibrated through his body. Katrin felt it under her hands. She looked up at his face. It was pinched in concentration. He stared at her and moved to his elbows. Muscles constricted and bulged throughout his body.
Katrin remained kneeling with his legs between hers. She let go of his jeans, leaving them crumpled and him exposed. Unless she took time to remove his boots, which she had no intention of doing, she wouldn’t be able to take them all the way off him. Katrin had what she wanted. She leaned forward, feeling the weight of her swollen breasts, until her nipples brushed against the hair on his upper thighs.
“I’ll stay here all day for that.” The wicked grin on his face returned to one of pure male satisfaction.
“Yes, you will,” she told him, and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.
Jarvis’ head fell back. The moan escaping his lips was all she needed to hear to know he had fully surrendered.
Katrin breathed in his musky scent. It was pungent with sexual arousal. She stroked him with her tongue, tasting his desire and growing drunk on it. When she opened her mouth and filled it with his tip, he jerked and almost knocked her off his legs.
“Still, my beautiful male,” she encouraged, then took him into her mouth.
Jarvis reached for her. His hands were no longer aggressive. He didn’t force her to remain where she was. Instead the soft stroke of his fingers as he ran them over her head and shoulders proved as exhilarating as when he’d fought with her. Her lips tingled as she sucked on his cock. Her tongue continued tasting him. Every inch of her burned with an urge to fill herself, take all he offered and demand more.
“Katrin,” Jarvis warned.
She hummed, enjoying how his satiny flesh moved along his hard cock. He grew in her mouth until she couldn’t take him without gagging. Katrin took him in her hand and continued stroking. She licked the tip of him and tasted the beginning of his salty release.
“Katrin,” he said again, his voice sounding more desperate.
As much as she wanted him buried deep inside her pussy, this power she had over him made it hard to stop. Her breasts brushed against his thighs. She rode his legs, feeling them press between hers. Heat spiked to unbearable limits. She throbbed and tingled with need so extreme her needs overpowered her. If she could only reach that point, that ultimate spike where her world would shatter, then she would fuck him.
“Enough!” Jarvis roared.
He came up off the floor in one fluid movement. Katrin shrieked, grabbing at air in a futile attempt to maintain her balance when he knocked her off his legs. As Jarvis came to his feet, he grabbed Katrin, preventing her from toppling to the floor.
“Hey!” she complained. “I wasn’t done.”
“You’re right,” he informed her, his arms like steel as he held her backside pressed against his virile body.
Jarvis prevented her from turning, escaping or fully standing. He held her with one arm and made quick work of pulling his boots off with his free hand.
“I’m not done either.” Jarvis straightened, keeping her pinned. “And as always, I mean to grant your every wish. You wanted flesh.”
He didn’t elaborate but pulled the loose-fitting sweatpants down her body. Katrin had no intention of fighting him. She stepped out of them and again tried turning to face him.
“I need inside you now,” he told her and nipped at the back of her shoulder.
She wasn’t able to turn but reached out to steady herself when he pressed against her back and forced her forward. His dick slid between her legs and nestled in her soaked folds. Katrin grabbed the edge of the table and closed her eyes, content to relish the sensations. She arched her back and moved her ass, urging his cock inside her.
“You smell as incredibly beautiful as you look,” he rumbled.
“You—” She was cut short when Jarvis slid deep inside her. “Fucking tail!” she howled.
Jarvis didn’t hesitate. He delivered as promised. His cock impaled her, filling her with a solid thrust until he was buried to the depths of her core.
Katrin scraped her fingernails over the top of her new table. She didn’t care. Nothing mattered other than riding out the electrifying currents that tore at her insides as Jarvis released and thrust again. The slap of flesh against flesh, the thickness of lust clogging the air, the continual rise and near reach of her peak were all her brain could handle.
“Jarvis! God! Yes!” Katrin cried out, her pleasure exploding before her eyes when he hit that spot deep inside her.
“My sweet little werewolf,” he rumbled close to her ear.
His breath scalded her flesh. Her skin was on fire. Every inch of her seemed oversensitized as she rode out the storm he’d created inside her.
When she blinked to clear her vision, her cheek was pressed flat against the tabletop. Long strands of drying hair clung to her back and draped over her face. Her arm felt limp when she moved it and slowly eased her hair away so she could see.
“More,” she gasped. “In a minute.”
Jarvis laughed and picked her up, turned her around and plopped her down on the edge of the table.
“I had meant for us to christen our new bed,” he whispered and leaned in to catch her lower lip with his teeth.
His skin was moist and warm. Katrin focused on his chest and shoulders as she glazed him with her fingertips. “Good idea.”
“So is this.” Jarvis grabbed her hips and pulled so her ass was almost off the end of the table.
“Jarvis!” she cried out, falling backward so her elbows hit the fresh wooden surface. “My new—”
“I’ll build you another one.” He spread her legs apart and pressed at her entrance. “Look at me.”
Katrin rested on her elbows and stared down her naked body at his. Her breasts were round and swollen and her nipples hard and sensitive. Her belly rose up and down as her insides quickened and her breathing picked up. Her gaze traveled down her own body to where Jarvis stood between her legs. She breathed in a fresh wave from the scent of her come when his cock danced eagerly against her already-soaked pussy. Moisture trickled down toward her ass. Its smell created a new rush of desire inside her.
“My little bitch, look at me,” Jarvis repeated.
“I am,” she said, but then dragged her attention up his body.
Her gaze got stuck on the sprinkle of blond hair glistening at the center of his chest. Jarvis was so muscular. He was the perfect male specimen. And he was her male. It was more than just his physical body, although that in itself damn near had her panting. Her breath came in short waves as she stared at his body.
Jarvis chuckled as his dick slipped just inside her. She gasped and shot her attention to his fa
ce. Katrin almost cried from the love she saw there. When she inhaled again, she wanted to hold on to their combined scent. It was an arousing aroma the two of them made together, laced with the clean smell of their love for each other.
“Don’t look away.” As he spoke, he slid his cock deep inside her.
His thrusts weren’t aggressive this time. Katrin watched the strain on his face and the tightness of his body when he slid with precise movements deep into her heat, then out until he almost left her empty. His lovemaking brought the pressure back, starting first deep in her womb then spreading until she damn near burned alive with it.
Jarvis stared deep into her eyes as he fucked her. They were the color of a deadly storm. As dangerous as her werewolf was, it was that danger that excited her as much as the wonderful scent of his love. Katrin barely caught her next breath when she drowned in the power emanating from them.
“Smell how soaked you are,” he whispered, his voice tight and his body rigid as he kept up his torturously slow pace.
“I feel how soaked I am.” She also felt the heat escaping from inside her. It burned her thighs and trailed down toward her ass. She ached, once again, for her next orgasm. “Fuck me faster. Please.”
“Watch me.” He didn’t build up speed.
Jarvis let go of her legs and braced his arms on either side of her. When he leaned into her, his cock pressed lower. New sensations robbed her of all thought.
His mouth melded with hers. Jarvis had skills when it came to kissing that matched his ability to fuck. His lips moved with a sensuous passion that was her undoing. She opened for him and their tongues swirled in a dance it seemed she had always known.
Jarvis impaled her mouth and moved deep inside her pussy at the same time. Katrin lost her breath. She grew lightheaded and swore the table disappeared from underneath her. Suddenly she was floating. No, flying. Or was it falling? Her brain was on fire and thinking distracted her from the erotic pleasure exploding inside her. She gave up trying.
Whether Jarvis made her come with his kiss or by fucking her didn’t matter. Katrin cried out into his mouth as her world split in two and shards of what used to be pent- up need shot through her. Never had she come like this. She smelled it as the truth the moment her come soaked his dick. It was pungent, yet sweet. She breathed in the heady scent and continued floating in this place she wasn’t sure she wanted to return from. Jarvis did things to her that she didn’t know were possible. He challenged her body, enticed it, and adored it until she fell in pieces around him.
“I want to fuck your ass,” Jarvis whispered.
Katrin hadn’t come down from her orgasm yet. She heard him but was enjoying her aftermath too much to focus on his words. He kissed her cheeks, her lips, then rose up and stared at her.
Katrin blinked, surfacing with the table underneath her once again. The smell of their lovemaking was so strong it robbed her senses of experiencing anything else. She waited for his words to sink in. She should tense, suddenly worry, anticipate pain she’d heard came from that type of sex. When she focused on him, the intensity of his gaze made her insides swell with need for more. He’d given her every pleasure imaginable. Now he offered yet another way to enjoy sex. Katrin’s insides sizzled at the thought of experiencing something new.
Jarvis pulled out of her. At the same time he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth.
“I—” she began but there were no words.
Heat soared through her. His mouth performed magic. He wrapped his lips around her nipple but instead of nipping or sucking until everything inside her tightened and screamed for release, this time she melted. It was as if molten lava covered her. Jarvis moved to her other breast. Her hands were on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, and she hadn’t remembered putting them there.
“Your body is ripe for it,” Jarvis whispered, and looked up at her as he began planting kisses between her breasts, then moving lower.
“I’ve never…”
“I’ll be your first,” he said, still holding her gaze. “Your only.”
“Always.” She watched him continue kissing her.
When he reached her pelvic bone, he licked her bare flesh, stopping just before he reached her clit.
“I want to experience it with you,” Jarvis whispered and lowered his face to latch on to her clit.
Katrin grabbed the edges of the table. She arched her back and howled. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The most sensitive part of her body, and he’d just claimed it. There was no controlling the intensity that ripped her wide open.
“Yes. I’ll try,” she managed to gasp. There wasn’t any way anything would be more explosive than what she’d already experienced.
“The table.” Jarvis had moved lower and meticulously licked her pussy. He glossed over the inside walls, cleaning the come from her soaked flesh.
It took a moment for her to understand why he’d just mentioned the table. Katrin held on to either side of it and her nails were still extended. She’d put grooves in the wood and hadn’t noticed.
“You said you’d make another one.” She lifted her head, watching him stroke her with his tongue. “Which you can do later,” she added, and managed a smile.
“Most definitely later.” Jarvis dipped lower and ran the tip of his tongue over the outer edges of her ass.
Katrin came to a sitting position. Jarvis must have guessed her reaction because he held his ground. One hand came up to press against her stomach.
“Let me show you a pleasure you’ve never guessed existed,” he said.
She managed to fall back to her elbows, but remained propped up, watching as he once again ran his tongue over her ass.
He was right. There were nerve endings there already sensitized to react to any abrasions. Not that what Jarvis was doing to her in any way hurt. But her puckered flesh, now soaked with a mixture of her come and Jarvis licking her, offered a level of pleasure unlike anything he’d done so far.
“Relax,” Jarvis told her.
But then he impaled the tight little hole. It spiked a reaction clear up to her head.
“You’re kidding, right?” Her body still jerked from when he’d entered her. And that had just been his tongue.
Katrin didn’t deny the pleasure he offered. Nothing had ever felt so good. The smell that filled their small den was stronger and laced with so much lust she wouldn’t have been able to smell anything else even if it were under her nose.
“It will feel better if you relax. I promise.”
“I can’t—Jarvis!” she cried out, lashing at air when he slid her off the table and into his arms. “Fucking tail! What are you doing?”
“I want you to lie down and relax,” he whispered into her ear.
Jarvis laid her on the sleeping bag in front of the fire. Flames danced inside the fireplace. The heat from it drifted over her already oversensitized body. It did add to the pleasure. She rested her head on the padded bag and stared up at her mate.
He crawled over her and once again his dick, which was harder than steel, pressed against her soaked entrance. Jarvis entered her, thrust once, twice, then pulled out. He then moved his hand, cupping her pelvic bone and took his time teasing her with his fingers.
She stared at him, at his glistening body. The light from the fireplace offered a glow from the perspiration clinging to his muscular frame. He was so beautiful, so perfect in every way. Katrin reached without thinking and traced her finger over a scar near his left hipbone. For a male his age, he didn’t have a lot of scars. But Jarvis probably hadn’t lost a lot of fights.
“Katrin,” Jarvis whispered and his soaked fingers moved to her ass.
“Yes,” she said, still focusing on the roped muscle under his taut flesh.
“I love you.”
She took her time scanning his body, enjoying the view. When she looked at his face, smelled the love he’d just professed, she smiled and drowned in his beautiful eyes.
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He coated her ass with thick cream from her pussy. His fingers moved back and forth, applying juices from one hole to the other. Katrin relaxed, enjoying the jolts of pressure and the gentle torture his actions caused.
His cock had moved. It dawned on her when he pressed against her ass that he’d eased his hand out from between her legs. The puckered skin surrounding her asshole resisted, fought the intrusion. Muscles twitched in his chest and across his shoulders. Then he pressed harder and entered her ass.
Pain erupted inside her. She heard herself scream. But at the same time, as so many nerves reacted to his impaling the tightest part of her body, a swollen pressure unlike anything she’d experienced so far drove hard into the farthest depths of her body.
“Relax, let me show you.” Jarvis’ words trailed toward her on a cloud so completely saturated from the smell of their lust that they barely reached her.
She grabbed his shoulders. His skin was hot and wet and she held on.
“Jarvis!” she howled.
“Does it hurt?” Again his words took their time reaching her.
He drowned in her heat and submerged, then began fucking her. The rhythmic pulsing, so strong and different, wasn’t what she’d call pain.
Katrin thought she answered him. He moved faster, tearing past the initial sensation of pain. The swollen need returned. Her desire to plummet over the edge, over a cliff she hadn’t known before, carried her away without asking.
“So hot,” he grunted. “So tight. I can’t—”
He was panting over her. She wanted to focus. Katrin wanted to know every feeling ripping her apart inside. But she also needed to see him. However strong her desire was, aching for a climax she didn’t know, something in the back of her head told her Jarvis was right there with her.
Their world had never been closer. Their scent had never been stronger. Katrin barely managed to lift her fingers and run them over the rough side of his jaw.
When he opened his eyes, there was something there she hadn’t seen on his face before. It was as if she smelled desperation. Jarvis had pushed both of them to the edge of an orgasm so strong they barely handled the strength of its need.
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