But he placed me on the ground and followed me down. “You will have it when I give it to you,” he grunted.
I turned my head away, prepared to ignore him. When his fingers plummeted inside me, scooping up some of my cream, I was whining with pleasure. Like the half-tamed Elf I was, I greedily ate my own cum from his fingers while he plunged between my legs. Conall lifted my hips from the ground, holding my ass with one hand as he pumped. He stretched me so wide, I was sure he was bigger than the last time. If possible, his fangs extended longer, and when he embraced me fully, I knew what the final detail was that would make me his mate.
His teeth pierced my skin in a cruel but sexy bite—the bite of the werewolf. One that would not only bond us together for life, but make me like him, able to shift to wolf at will. I felt the burn in my blood immediately. And while we came together, Conall's warm seed shooting over my belly inside me, my own teeth grew. My red hair lengthened and expanded all over my body.
"Conall,” I screamed, somewhat panicked.
"Do not worry, my love. Now we are one."
A sweet calm spread over me, as calm as a sex-crazed were-woman Elf could be, and I tightened my legs around my man for another round. This time rougher!
"I love you, Conall," I confessed in his mind.
"And I love you," he said aloud for all the wolves to hear.
THE END
About the Author
Brenda Steele loves all things out of the ordinary. She writes to gratify the cravings of her own sexual drive, and then for her dear readers. Hopefully, the two won't be far apart and all who read her work will come away satisfied. Look for her coming soon work entitled, “My Vampire Lover."
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