Resurrecting The Beast [Werescape Book II]
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To hear those words over and over.
Everything shivered into warm pliant steel gliding across my body and sucking kisses marching everywhere. To any place he wanted to linger. Like the tiny beads of my nipples where he playfully tugged them into rising to take note of his affection.
"Mine,” he snarled so fiercely, moving between the aching buds I doubted he'd last long.
But who cared? I wanted him inside me. Now. I wrapped my legs around his iron ass and ground my clit against the stiff rod he stuffed between us.
He growled and shifted downward, trailing his tongue along each of my ribs, back and forth to the end of each one to glide down to the next and follow its length.
Only I slithered all over the bed. “Beast!"
The warm heat of his tongue vanished only to thrust into the slit of my nether lips.
Coarse hairs began to scratch my inner thighs.
He was shifting. Fast. What if he ripped me open during the marking? “Beast, here.” I extended my arms.
The transformation wasn't complete. His face hadn't changed. The sooner he bit me the better. “Bite me."
He snarled, buried his cock to the hilt inside me, and swooped down to sink his teeth into my clavicle.
The sting vanished almost as quickly as I felt it. But I didn't mind. It signaled a new phase of my life. Life with Beast. Love. Companionship. Devotion. And hopefully a whole lot of adoration.
He began to slide in and out of me with glorious friction while gripping my body in place with his jaws.
The mating felt so final. So complete. So perfect. And I wanted him to never let go. To hold me there while he thrust into my soul. Over and over. Right into that little sensitive spot he introduced me to a few weeks ago. Until the building need to scream burst within me, and I could do nothing but yank on the wolfen hairs at his shoulders.
He released his hold on me, threw his head back, and roared. I snaked me arms around his steely neck and pulled his forehead down to my cheek, matching his grinding hips move for move to catch every last drop of his seed. To show the others how much I loved him by giving him babies. To give him back his life.
He groaned a dying sound and lunged a final weak thrust as if his cock had run out of gas.
Not a problem. That would be easier to fix than refueling a machine. Time was free. And I had all the time I could snatch in the future to keep him busy and content. With a man I wanted.
He settled his weight fully on top of me.
"I love you, Little Bit,” he whispered against my cheek and planted a kiss there.
"I'll always love you, Beast."
"Good. Because you're stuck with me.” He chuckled and rolled me over until I draped his furry panting body.
"Are they going to make you shave your head?"
He snorted. “Say goodbye to those copper locks, Sylvie. It's what you wanted."
Yes. It is.
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The End
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