by Sierra Wolf
“No, sweet Andrea. You’re perfect exactly as you are. You’re body is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, full and ripe for the taking. He held onto my waist, his hands almost wrapping around me. He raised his hands to my breasts, tracing his fingers over my bra and feeling my nipples rising to his beckoning touch. The shock of his touch on my sensitive nipples ran to my already dripping pussy, creating a perfect circle of arousal. My body was all ready to take him, even though he’d only started touching me. He traced his hands around to my back and unhooked my bra, revealing my heavy tits. Nolan brought his mouth to one nipple, running his tongue lightly over it and then bringing it inside his mouth to suck and nuzzle it. I threw my head back, relishing the sensation coursing through my body. He brought his hand to my other breast, creating that perfect circle of desire once again.
“Stand up,” he said. I automatically obeyed his command, standing before him on the couch. He undid my jeans and pulled them off forcefully, leaving me only in my black lace panties that I’d worn to the club. He brought his face close to my sex and took in my scent.
“You smell delicious,” he said, lowering my panties to the ground. My heart leapt … I was actually going through with this. Yes, I’d come here to get laid, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. I took a deep breath and stood before him, ready and willing to be taken.
CHAPTER THREE
Nolan pulled off his own shirt, standing to reveal powerful muscles and defined abs. He unbuttoned his jeans and took them down to reveal that he hadn’t been wearing boxers. His cock was already hard, and it was incredibly long and thick. I gasped. Would I ever be able to fit that inside of me? He took me into my arms before I could contemplate his body any further, bringing the heat back to me. The shockwave of his touch ran through me again, and I shuddered with delight. He bent to kiss me again, and he lifted me up, securing my legs around his waist.
“So tiny,” he said. “A delicate, curvy woman all for me.” Nolan sat me back down on the large couch and knelt before me, spreading my legs. He brought his hand to my pussy, already wet with desire for the shifter and his incredible power. He ran his fingers over the hard nub of my clit, sending shivers of delight through me. My pussy was sopping wet, ready for Nolan to take my virginity and make me into a woman. Shivers ran through my belly and thighs, my legs almost shaking with the desire he created inside of me. He pushed two fingers inside and rested his thumb against my sensitive, waiting clit. He moved his fingers rhythmically in and out of me. Nolan groaned and began stroking his own cock, still kneeling. Waves of pleasure rose over me, the tongues of fire taking over my pussy.
“You’re so tight, my sweet Andrea. I can’t wait to put my cock inside of you and feel enveloped by your sweet pussy.” He continued stroking his perfect, thick cock and drew his face closer to my pussy, flicking his tongue across my clit. I sighed and threw my head back. His tongue slipped like velvet over me, creating sensations I’d only ever dreamed of. I’d had men go down on me before, but it was nothing like this. Nolan brought the passion of his inner wolf to me, growling and nuzzling against my swollen sex. He continued moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, and I bucked against him in response. Inside, he found my most sensitive spot and pressed against it with his fingers. I cried out in response, and he sucked my clit into his mouth. He groaned against me, the vibration of his deep growl sending me over the edge.
“Ohhh Nolan …” I let out a deep grown, riding against his face, imagining his cock slamming into me as he sucked sweetly on my clit and the let his tongue run over my slick folds. I sighed, shaking against his face. Nolan pulled away as my climax retreated from my body.
“Just as I thought, you taste delicious.” Nolan stood up, his cock resplendent and hard before me. Tentatively, I put my hand around it, eliciting a groan from the sexy shifter. It was hot and incredibly hard, and again, I thought about it ramming into me. I slipped my lips over the head of his cock, and he slid it in further, almost touching the back of my throat. I tasted the musky precum as he pushed into me. I ran my tongue over his shaft as he began to fuck my mouth in earnest. I sputtered as he hit the back of my throat but I held myself open for this strong, beautiful man. He pulled away from my face, and I ran my tongue over him, licking up and down his shaft and over the head of his dick. He sighed and groaned, stroking himself as I worked over the head of his cock with my tongue.
“Bend over the sofa, Andrea. I plan to take you now.” My pussy pulsed with anticipation. I did as the packmaster commanded and bent over the sofa, presenting my ass to him. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as he drew closer to me, taking my ample hips in his hands. Nolan rubbed his massive hands over my ass, pausing to tease my asshole with his thumb. I cried out, desire coursing through me. I’d never felt anything like this. He pressed the tip of his cock against my wet and waiting pussy.
“My tight little woman,” he sighed, pushing just a bit more inside me and relishing the grip on the sensitive head of his cock. He pushed inside of me slowly, gently, letting my pussy hold him. He groaned, a long and low growl that expressed just how much he needed to fill me to the hilt. The pressure of his cock threatened to spread me apart — after all, I’d only been filled with fingers before, and never a cock. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the sensation was intense and mighty.
“You’re so big, so thick …” I moaned against the couch cushions, savoring the feeling of being filled. He still pushed into me, his length almost too much for me to take.
“Such a beautiful tight pussy, and just right for this packmaster.” I shuddered and groaned, pushing back against him to take him all the way. He held himself inside of me for a few seconds, rubbing my ass and smacking it gently. He then pulled out of me, leaving just the head of his dick inside. He moved his fingers so that he could play with my clit. He stayed there, rubbing me gently, taking his fingers in little circles. I grew even wetter around his dick, my pussy getting ready for him to slam into me, just as I’d imagined. The ripples reverberated through my body, and I felt myself close to coming again — and hard. Nolan thrusted all the way into me again, creating that pressure but bringing intense pleasure with it this time. He started pumping into me with slow, steady strokes, growling and panting, using his hands to hold my hips and break open my tightness to fit his perfect cock.
“Lovely little Andrea… I might just take you and make you mine.” He started pumping into me, holding me with one hand and reaching to stroke my clit with the other. He rode me harder, his hips slapping against mine. The delicious fire built inside of me again, and he felt that I was close to my end once again. He increased his speed, pummeling my sex and growling as he pounded me. “Come with me, my pet,” he groaned. He pressed against my clit, and the climax rose inside of me, releasing through my pussy and down my shaking legs. Nolan’s muscles jumped against my hips, and he threw his head back, howling — a dark and unearthly sound. He released deep inside of me, filling me with his seed. He slammed into me one last time, releasing one last jet of his cum and filling me to the brink. He slumped against me … I knew then that, even though I felt so vulnerable, this man would protect me when I was with him. I might just be one of many women, but he took the connections he made under the full moon seriously.
I sighed, savoring the feeling of his strong, muscular body resting against my back.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever taken, Andrea, and I must possess you fully tonight…”
“But didn’t you just …”
“Yes, but I want more, my sweet Andrea.” To my surprise, I felt his cock growing hard inside of me again. “My inner wolf needs your ass, and I’ll make it mine tonight.” He started pumping in my pussy again, groaning with a renewed enthusiasm, bending over to pull gently on my nipples and run his hands over my body again.
“But … I’ve never put anything in there before … I don’t know about this.” He was already thrusting deep in my pussy again, savoring each thrust.
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Oh my sweet little human … You will love what I have to give you tonight.” He pulled out of my pussy, and I could tell he was hard again — so hard. He pressed head of his lubed cock against my ass, pressing gently against my other virgin hole. The nerve endings there were surprisingly sensitive, and shivers began to run up and down my spine. I quivered against him. Even though I was nervous about the pain, I was ready for whatever he had to give me. I didn’t know how his big cock could ever fit all the way inside that tightest of spaces. But I knew he would try … and he’d be tender and gentle where he could … before his lust took over his inner wolf. My heart started beating fast, the nervousness swelling inside of me again. He pushed further into me, growling and gripping my hips greedily. He smacked me hard on the ass, and he pushed in even more, my ass opening to him. I felt the strangest sensation of pain and pressure mixed with the deepest-seated pleasure I’d ever felt. Nolan began pumping into me, slowly at first and then harder. I cried out, biting down on one of the couch cushions.
“Relax, my sweet,” he panted. He pumped into me, more gently this time and pressed his fingers into my pussy, feeling himself on the other side. An electric shiver ran up my spine. My pussy got wet around his fingers again. The balanced sensations of pain and pleasure built up in my ass, spreading over every fiber in my body. I relaxed onto his big, hard cock and let him take me. He increased his speed, pushing into me again, the rhythm creating thrumming sensations in my pussy and sweet shivers throughout my body. I moaned.
“Oh that’s so good …” My voice came out breathy and halting. He thrust into me hard, panting again. I moaned as another orgasm washed over my body, shivers running up and down my spine and into my legs. It was a slower, sweeter climax but no less intense. Nolan shook against me again and he came deep inside my ass, just as my orgasm began to fade. He bucked hard against me, sending waves of pain and desire through my body. He howled gently, and thrust into my ass one final time.
“Your sweet, curvy body was made just for me, my dear,” he said, pulling out of me and gathering me into his strong arms. “Stay here with me tonight, and I’ll show you the ways of my inner wolf. I have never before taken a mate, but your perfect curves … your strength … your sexuality … I need it beside me as I lead my pack.” I should have hesitated. After all, I barely knew this man, this dangerous and unpredictable shifter. But I felt it too. I was made to be his, and fate had led me here to serve him and take his seed. My body was ripe and full, ready to be appreciated and used by this shifter.
“Yes,” I said, ready for whatever was coming next. I knew he would need me again soon on this powerful night of the full moon, and I’d be ready to be filled by the packmaster once again.
EXCERPT FROM "STAKING HIS CLAIM," A SIERRA WOLF SHORT
Read here for a BONUS EXCERPT from a new short story, “Staking his Claim.” If you liked “Filled by the Packmaster,” you’ll love this sexy shifter story, filled with action and mystery:
When an Alpha male catches the scent of an innocent curvy girl, he'll do whatever it takes to have her...
Moving out to the middle of nowhere for a new job, vet tech Rosalie finds herself the center of attention for all the guys around. Unfortunately for them,she's still untouched and she's holding out for the right one to take her innocence.
When the mysterious and sexy Jacob Moreno protects her from a rowdy group at the local watering hole, she's completely entranced by his rough yet gentle ways. And when a lusty Alpha-male beast shows up at her clinic by the light of the full moon, she's about to find out there's much more to Jacob than meets the eye, when the Hunt is on and the chase for his mate begins…
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The neon lights of the bar glistened at me from down the street, drawing me in like a moth to the flame. My job wasn't bad, as the only vet tech in a clinic run by a crotchety old veterinarian named Dr. Andrews, but it wasn't all kittens and sunshine. And now my first week here was over and I finally had a night off to relax.
My new apartment wasn't even unpacked yet, but somewhere, somehow, a glass of whiskey had my name on it. I glanced up at the sign before I opened the banged-up wooden door. Black Wolf Inn. It was a strange name, but then, I'd seen more than a few oddities since moving to the backwoods of Pennsylvania.
I opened the door to a cloud of haze, lights flashing behind the mirrored bar. My eyes were drawn upwards to the ceiling, where the phases of the moon had been painted in foiled silver in a perfect circle overhead. The music wasn't to my taste, but as far as I knew, this was the only bar around.
I seated myself and took off my jacket, revealing my burgundy t-shirt stretched over my ample breasts. My wide hips and ass were packed snugly into my favorite jeans. Usually I would feel self conscious about my tight clothing, but I'd realized over the week that being a bigger girl out here didn't seem to be that much of a deal.
I caught the bartender's eye and ordered my glass of scotch while I looked around. A few men my age were seated a few feet away from me, and I looked away when one of them leered at me. I've been pretty shy my whole life..not to mention a virgin. The last thing I was looking for out here was someone to try and romance their way into my pants.
I stared into my whiskey while the men whispered, their drinks steadily disappearing. The amber liquid seemed to pulse with the flashing lights, and left a pleasant burn down my throat as I sipped. And then a pleasurable chill ran down my spine.
I felt his presence from across the room. He was like a magnet, drawing my eyes away from the hypnotic lights, burning my brain clean of all thought. I met his eyes through the haze and was locked in tight.
They were as gold as my whiskey, dark rings encircling them. And they smoldered like fire, sending chills through me from scalp to toe. I almost didn't notice the sculpted muscles beneath the black t-shirt or the tumble of dark curls.
He smiled at me, his full lips curving upwards ever so slightly. I flushed, and tore my eyes away, embarrassed that I was blushing like a schoolgirl over a stranger. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, staring at him so hard.
But even with my gaze averted I could still feel him there, studying me intently. The sensation was not unpleasant at all. But as always, the fear that he was inwardly mocking me was there. Maybe even out here being a thicker girl wasn't exactly desirable.
I tipped back the glass, savoring the burn, and raised a finger for another. If I had one vice, whiskey was it.
An arm descended around my shoulders, pulling me in against the owner. I looked up at the owner, my hackles raised immediately. The scent of smoke and beer enveloped me as the man who had leered at me leaned in, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.
“Hey, baby blue eyes,” he slurred, grinning down at me. I wrinkled my nose as I pushed away from him, my hand firm against his chest, but he had me in a tight grip. “Feel like partying tonight?”
“Get your hands off me.” I shoved harder, sending him stumbling backwards. In a flash his friends were off their stools, encircling me. It was so unreal it was almost dream-like.
“We just want to hang out, pretty girl,” one said. He was pressed almost against me, holding me where I was as Leery leaned against the bar, recovering his equilibrium.
“Don't be a bitch about it,” he said. “You're lucky we asked anyways, cow.”
My vision turned red with shame and anger, my fingers white-knuckling my tumbler of whiskey. I briefly debated pouring it on him, but that would be a sad waste of alcohol, and besides, my chronic shyness had the side effect of forced meekness.
“I just want to be left alone,” I said, but any loudness I could have had was lost in the music and my own embarrassment. Someone was laughing, and I felt a hand slide over my shoulder and down my arm. Disgust rippled through me as I glared at Leery, preparing to cock my fist for a swing—
He went flying across the room, landing in a crumpled heap at the door.
I was frozen, completely shocked as golden eyes stared at me, then turned their full forc
e on the other drunk fools.
“Get out.” That's all he said. But suddenly I could breathe again, the presences surrounding me gone as the drunk boys quietly gathered up their fallen comrade and nearly fell over each other in their hurry to get outside.
My savior watched me, tension evident in every line of his body. His pupils were dilated to points, the gold and amber rings standing out like molten gold. He loomed above me head and shoulders, built broad like an ox.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly. I realized I was still clutching my tumbler. I loosened my grip, my hands shaking a little.
“I'm fine,” I muttered, unwilling to meet his eyes despite his magnetic attraction. It was even more embarrassing to be mocked and unwilling to stand up for yourself in front of a sudden crush. I wondered how foolish I looked to him.
I knocked back the glass to settle my nerves. “Jacob Moreno,” he said, holding out his hand when I had set the tumbler down. I hesitated a bare second, then took it.
Lightning tingled its way up my arm as I looked at him, his fingers firm around mine. Jacob didn't squeeze, but I got the strange impression that he wouldn't willingly be the one to break contact. He wasn't smiling anymore, and the smoldering fire in his eyes made my heart beat faster...
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