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by Champagne Jackson

  I still got to listen to the girls giggle and gossip and trade stories about how much the boys wanted them, all sorts of stories about sexy dates and trysts in the middle of the night in the back of his dad’s station wagon and trips to Steak ‘n Shake that ended in raunchy sex in the parking lot. I had always wanted that for myself; always dreamed about experiencing something like that but I was too shy to go for it. I was too shy to put myself out there for a boy to sweep me off my feet.

  I didn’t regret it—most of those popular girls were pregnant now, and some even had kids already. But somehow, I wished I’d been able to have at least a little bit of what they had. I wished I could have been just a little irresponsible with a boy…

  And now, here was a boy to be irresponsible with. And what a boy! He’d stripped off his tattered leather jacket and flung it onto a chair, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique. He wasn’t too hairy, which was surprising for a werewolf, but he was covered in little scratches and scars. He’d be in fights, clearly. I guessed he hadn’t been lying when he said he had taken men—or was it wolves?—more dangerous than Vicious before.

  “You can join me if you’d like,” I blurted out. His eyes widened and for a second, our eyes locked. “Just saying.”

  Then, I turned around. I undressed quickly, right there in the room, not once turning around to see if he was watching, bending over to make sure he got a full view of my butt. If he didn’t get the message now, he was never going to understand.

  In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, waited for the water to get warm, and got in. I soaped up, using the samples provided by the motel—surprisingly nice stuff. A few minutes passed as I washed and still no Frost. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I felt myself becoming more and more dejected with each passing second.

  “You asshole,” I murmured to myself, though I was imagining his handsome face as the words slipped out of my mouth. Now I had just humiliated myself in front of him, and he was probably sitting in the room, wondering what kind of weird girl he’d gotten himself involved with.

  “Is there room in that shower for one more?”

  My heart leapt and I spun around. Through the fog in the bathroom, I could see the barest outline of a figure approaching.

  “Of course,” I said, in as seductive a voice as I could manage.

  He pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, hot water streaming over his body as he did so. And my god, what a body. His chest and arms were just as well-muscled and well-defined as they had been through the remains of his jacket, and his long, strong legs were like sculpted marble. His abs were like a literal washboard and then down below…

  My god, his cock. It was growing, ever so slowly, but it was already huge, hanging down between his legs. I was amazed at it—it was some how more beast-like than human, with a huge knot at the head, like a dog’s.

  It grew larger and larger as he neared me and I felt an intense heat radiating out of it, as if he had a hot water bottle between his legs. How the hell was I ever going to fit that inside of me?

  “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said smoothly, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close, his long, hardening rod pressing against my wet thighs, and my boobs, slick with water and my nipples already hard, pressing against his chest. He pulled me close and tight, so that even my belly pressed against his strong stomach. I wanted this so badly and here, here it was.

  “Not at all,” I murmured. I stood up on my tip-toes and his mouth swooped in, capturing my lips. It was the greatest kiss of my life, the one that still keeps me awake at night.

  Although he was a human now, he kissed ravenously, like a wolf. I felt like my lips were his prey and here he was, scavenging my flesh for sustenance, devouring my soft, pink lips as if he had just hunted them, just killed them, and now, god, his teeth and tongue were dividing and conquering, only instead of a poor forest deer, it was me—I was his prey. He was devouring me with his kiss and there was nothing I wanted more than to be devoured.

  He kissed down my neck, his strong lips sucking and leaving marks. I didn’t even care. I felt in that moment that I was his now and I wanted those marks on me, as if proof that I belonged to him—that he was my mate, the alpha male of my pack.

  Now his lips raked over my collarbone, sending shockwaves of delight rippling throughout my body.

  So, this is what it felt like to be claimed by a wolf, I remember thinking, running my fingers over his back, savoring the feeling of his hot skin beneath the hot water, letting the water run through my fingers as I pressed into his muscles, letting soft, pleasurable gasps escape from my lips as he touched me and as I touched him.

  “I want you,” I whispered desperately, passionately, hoping he would feel the need emanating from me. “I have no idea what’s going on but I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.”

  He just let out a low, guttural growl as he kissed me, his lips claiming another section of my neck, eliciting yep more whimpers from my virgin lips. I couldn’t imagine where this was going—or, rather, I could but I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like, once his mouth was down there… Or once he was inside of me.

  His mouth continued its slow, deliberate descent, kissing over my generous breasts.

  “Your body is gorgeous,” he whispered. God, how I had wanted to hear that from someone—not just an ass grab but those actual words.

  His lips slid over my slick breasts, and I could feel him tasting my soft, plump flesh, running his teeth over my skin. I sighed and reached a hand up to his head, running it through his hair as he sank his teeth into me. It stung, the feeling of his teeth digging into my skin, but it drove me wild, made me want to wrap my legs around him and ride him right then and there. I leaned my head back and moaned.

  “I want to eat you all up,” he growled again and pressed me against the wall of the shower suddenly and without warning. His mouth captured one of my hard nipples, suckling it firmly.

  I whimpered, both at the sudden force of his pleasurable assault and at the feeling of his tongue swirling around my sensitive nub, teasing it into even more pleasurable hardness as he suckled me, like a baby wolf suckling at its mother’s teat. I sighed, my fingers still in his wet hair, feeling the blood and sweat wash off of him, leaving only this boy, this wolf of mine.

  “Just like that,” I moaned, pressing his head closer to my breast, crushing his mouth into my soft flesh. He bit down suddenly and I yelped, though part of me wanted more of that. Part of me wanted him to bite me, to treat me rough, like his mate.

  “More,” I whispered. “You can bite me more.”

  With a loud his, he sank his teeth into me again, not hard enough to break the skin but enough that I felt it and gave a soft, helpless scream. Now, he switched breasts and I let out another one of those whimpered screams screams, his teeth and lips finding my other nipple.

  Meanwhile, I began to occupy myself with the details of his anatomy: his nipples, which grew hard under my touch as I tweaked and flicked them, his strong abs, and especially his firm ass, which I gripped with both hands as he pressed into me.

  I spread his ass with my hands and crushed it together, delighting in the way he groaned into my breasts as he suckled.

  And all the while, his massive wolf cock grew, throbbing and red, looking more like something you would find on a monster or even a dog.

  I couldn’t help but be curious about it. I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing it tight, which was no small feet, seeing as it was so big, so thick, throbbing so beautifully under my fingertips.

  I began to jack him off slowly, sliding the skin around his shaft up and down, up and down. He let out soft little whimpers, little wolfing whimpers that showed me how much he liked it. I kept working his big work prick, loving the way it twitched between my fingers, loving how swollen and aroused he was.

  “You want me bad, don’t you?” I whispered, teasing him and nipping at his ears. “You want to bend me ov
er and fuck me hard. You want to mount me.”

  “Mm, don’t fucking tease me,” he growled back.

  “You want to fuck me like I’m your mate. You want to get your big werewolf cock inside me and knot me like a bitch in heat… Am I wrong?”

  His hand found my pussy, running his fingers over my soft, virgin lips and my hairless dark mound, my pink pussy hinting at its existence just inside my mocha flesh. Now it was my turn to whimper as he rubbed my, stroking my slit, running his fingers up and down, up and down, once again, now in time with my stroking his cock. He matched his strokes to my strokes and when I sped up, he would speed up. When I slowed down, he would slow down.

  Invariably, our passion built, as did our desire, and I find myself jacking his cock frantically, encouraging him to stroke me faster, feeling the pressure building in my pussy. Electricity shot throughout my body as I whimpered, my blood hot for him, my blood begging for him to enter me and take me hard. And I could feel from his cock that he wanted the same thing.

  And suddenly, his massive wolfhood was erupting in my hand. He threw back his head and let out a howl, long streams of hot cum spurting out of the knotted tip of his cock and over my belly, onto my breasts.

  I sank to my knees suddenly, and slid the tip of his cock into my mouth, catching the last few blasts of his wolf cum with my tongue. I bobbed my head obediently, licking and sucking what remained of his seed, swirling his softening cock in my mouth as he finished up.

  “Oh, my fucking god…” he moaned, leaning against the shower wall.

  “Feel free to finish me off,” I said with a coquettish smile, licking a droplet of his cum off my chin. In a moment, he had me up against the wall again and his fingers were on my pussy, rubbing and manipulating my clit, swirling his skilled digits around my pleasure nub as I moaned, thrashing under his arms.

  He alternated between laying more of those vicious, devouring kisses on my lips and doing the same to my breasts. I would have bruises on them the next morning but damned if I cared right then and there. I wanted him to brutalize my body, conquer me, over and over.

  It wasn’t long before he had me trembling, gripping his biceps hard, digging my nails into him hard enough to draw blood. I let out a whimpered sigh, and then shaped my mouth into a silent “O” of pleasure. My orgasm ripped through my body, maddeningly electric as I came onto his hand, my juices flowing like a creek in the woods.

  “That’s it,” he grunted. “Now it’s your turn.”

  “Fuck you,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t really sure why. I leaned against him as I came down from my orgasm, panting and scowling at the same time. We shared another kiss and then, he took the soap and began to wash himself. I ran my fingers over his soapy body, washing him, using this as an opportunity to explore him. My soapy fingers found their way underneath his arms and in between his legs, around his cock and his balls, along his ass and down his legs.

  He, meanwhile, soaped up my tits and washed them, massaging my warm flesh. It felt incredible. After my orgasm, my body was even more sensitive, his touch even more arousing and electric. I wanted him to keep touching me like that, forever more.

  I soaped up his cock, starting to stroke it all over again, my soapy hands sliding along his shaft. He let out one more of his growled moans.

  “I hope you have plenty of stamina, wolfboy,” I whispered.

  “You have no idea,” he growled back, thrusting his hips forward into my hands as I jacked him off. I used two hands at once, forming a tight channel for him to fuck, the soap acting as a lubricant for him, speeding his slide along my palms.

  Before long, his cock was twitching again, throbbing with urgent desire.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered. He groaned, suddenly, leaning against me as his cum erupted from his cock once again, spraying over my belly. I continued to jack him, as if I were milking him, squeezing ever last drop of his wolfcum out of his long shaft.

  We finished in the shower and rinsed off, sharing once last kiss before he stalked out of the room. I felt woozy. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, glistening and naked, a bit of cum somehow still on my tits. I slid my finger along the cum, wicking it onto my finger and then slurping it up.

  After drying off, I found him waiting for me in the bed. I knew, immediately, what he wanted. I strode over to the bed with purpose.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, long cock already hard. I knelt between his legs and tentatively kissed the tip of his cock. He slid a hand into my thick hair and I felt his strong, wolf fingers press me down to his cock. He seemed to want to impale my face right on his dick but I had other ideas. First, I dipped my head down to his balls, taking his sack in my mouth and slurping them, rolling them with my mouth, licking and nipping at them. This, I was pleased to note, brought several sighs, several moans from his lips.

  His hips bucked a little bit as I worked over his balls, and I could only imagine what else he wanted to be doing with his cock right at that very moment…

  Then, I licked up his shaft, ever so slowly, ever so deliciously, nipping along the way, suckling his hot skin. I wanted to make him moan, making him beg for this.

  “Tia, fuck,” he growled. “Fucking suck my cock already.”

  “Bad doggie,” I said with a grin.

  “I’ll show you a bad doggie…” he muttered and suddenly, he was standing, his full height, and he pressed his huge cock against my lips, gripping me by the hair. I had no choice, under the strength of his assault, but to open my mouth as wide as I could and let him slide his cock in.

  I let out a strangled yelp as his massive cock slid through my mouth and, oh my god, down my throat. I was choking on it but I kept my cool as best I could, starting to bob on it, trying to time my bobs with his thrusts as he began to literally fuck my face. With each thrust, his cock invaded my throat, pressing down into me, mouth quivering around his cock, my tongue doing its best to keep up, its best to swirling its way around his flesh and pleasure him further.

  “That’s a good little girl,” he grunted. “Am I being a good doggie now?” He punctuated this last question with a particularly vicious thrust into my mouth. I felt tears coming to my eyes but I continued to bob my head.

  I wasn’t about to let him see me be uncomfortable and besides, I was kind of beginning to like this roughness. I liked the way he could dominate me, the way he could take away all control in an instant and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that I could do about it. I liked being with him and holding onto the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted to me. It made every single moment more exciting, knowing that he had complete control over me.

  Suddenly, his cock began to twitch in my mouth and I knew what was coming. I braced myself for it and his throbbing, swollen red member did not disappoint, spilling stream after stream of sticky hot wolf cum into my awaiting mouth.

  I did my best to swallow it as it streamed in, gulping it down. He was salty and sour and it was a taste I wanted more of.

  I sucked his cum down as best I could as he continued to thrust into my mouth. More tears fell from my eyes, as much from pleasure as from the uncomfortable feeling of having my throat fucked hard and then a sudden, hot load of cum shot deep into it.

  “My god,” he moaned, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a pop. I had only a few moments to gasp before he picked me up and put me on the bed, on my hands and knees. Uh-oh, I thought. What could be coming next?

  Much to my pleasant surprise, he spread my legs wide, and I felt his tongue—his long, wolf-like tongue—running along my inner thighs, stroking my tender skin, teasing me and driving me wild. I let out a happy moan and pressed my naked hips back and towards his face. This, I could get used to.

  “Oh, god, please, you know what I want, lick me right there, right there, Frost,” I moaned.

  “Right where?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

  “Shut up, you know what I want!” I all but yelled at him, thrusting my ass back and int
o his face. I felt, finally, his wolf tongue run over my pussy, slide over my hot, wet mound and over my wet pussy lips, invading my nether lips and digging inside. I let out a happy sigh.

  This was incredible. The feeling of that hot, wet tongue in my hole, going in deep, exploring—actually exploring, as if it were on an expedition into a strange foreign land—it drove me crazy. It made me want to scream and I think I did a few times.

  Now, his tongue found its way down to my clit and began to lash it hard, without letting up, up and down over my clit, ruthlessly teasing and tonguing it. He found a steady rhythm that he could keep up, applying the perfect amount of pressure and I began to moan and pant in time with his tongue, each stroke sending shockwaves of delight throughout my entire body.

  I could feel my juices dripping down my legs, as if I were leaking.