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Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

shooshu Jan 2016 Widowed werewolf The lament of a widowed Werewolf in the fury of the space between. || shoo.shu || Continue reading... zebra Aug 2016 First Date...Adult Explicit ******....Sadomasochism...Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

She couldn’t actually expect to overpower a werewolf especially one that’s up to five millennials old. I didn’t even know why she was trying so hard to break free anyways. She was fucking me herself before and it’s not like I will kill her after the sex like she was going to do. I will just punish her and leave her to sin no more. Hehe Grabbing my cock with the left hand, I placed it against the thrashing Zakira’s cunt… and instantly penetrated it inside. As the pleasurable feeling of her cold yet soft and tight pussy enveloped my cock again, the raging lust inside me increases even further.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

Moans of pleasure filled the air, punctuated by whispered words of adoration and yearning. As the night unfolded, they discovered new heights of ecstasy, their bodies entwined and their souls entangled. The boundaries between werewolf and reaper blurred, and they became one in a harmonious union of desires, transcending the limitations of their mortal shells. When the first rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, they lay spent, entangled in a mess of limbs and a shared sense of profound fulfilment. The night had been a testament to their love, their passion, and the unbreakable bond that they shared.

"I just want this to stop. I don't want to want you. I don't want this bond. I don't want.." But my body betrays me again, pressing back against Alvaro chest, seeking his warmth, his scent, his touch. My wolf is clawing at the inside of my skull, snarling one word over and over. Claim them. Claim them. Claim them. "I don't want this," I sob, even as my body trembles violently, even as heat coils tighter in my abdomen, even as every instinct I have screams the opposite. "Please..." But deep inside, underneath the fear and the trauma and the desperation, my wolf whispers with absolute certainty:

As for now, I need to keep going slow since I’m not that powerful yet, but I’ll be as soon as I kill the so-called Queen of werewolves, and claim her power for myself. Before that I entered a world, Rebel appeared in a blink of an eye while holding jeans that smelled like Peter. “ Get yourself covered!” She ordered and I growled not accepting it. “ Werewolves thing… You always tend to believe that people enjoy looking at your naked body, and get annoyed when they ask you to get dressed!” “ Well, that’s not what’s annoying me…” I exclaimed while wearing the jeans she brought. “ I’m annoyed because you are disrespecting your alpha.”

freak. Damien smiled wider. "Now you understand why I cannot remain mated to such a creature. I Damien Holden, Beta of Silver Creek Pack under the rule of Alpha Theodore reject you Laila Ashwood, as my mate. You are not worthy of any true werewolf." The rejection hit me like a physical blow. I felt something tear inside my chest, like my heart was being ripped in half. The pain was so bad I couldn't breathe. I fell to my knees in the dirt, clutching my chest.