Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance)

by Billie Kasper

  “Wisdom…” I groaned as he held my ass cheeks tight, squeezing hard as we kissed, squeezing hard as I felt my wetness press against the coarse, denim covered bulge in his pants.

  I dropped to my knees, unable to go any longer without tasting him. I needed him in my mouth. I needed my wolf.

  Well, I didn’t exactly drop to my knees—I started to, but then I was distracted by Wisdom’s body, by his sculpted muscles and the scent of the forest, vaguely reminiscent of pine needles and grass, that clung to him.

  “Oh, god, yes…” I groaned, suckling my way down his body, catching one of his nipples in my mouth and sucking hard, biting him unexpectedly (even for me!) and running my hands over the bulge.

  “God, I’ve wanted your mouth…” Wisdom began to whisper huskily.

  “…for so long,” I finished up, just as huskily, my voice just as soaked with passion and desire as his.

  I kissed my way down his chest and then, down, further, further down, to his pants. I began to under them, nibbling at his abs, nibbling at the sensitive flesh right above his crotch, tasting his heat…

  Tasting his desire.

  I got his belt undone and then his pants. He dropped them and in a single fluid motion, I grasped his cock, grasped his wolfhood, taking the long, thick rod of hot flesh into my hand and stroking it, eliciting those hot, deliciously needy groans of desire from his lips that always drove me wild.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I asked teasingly, gripping the flesh of his shaft, jacking it up and down slowly.

  “Oh, fuck, yes…” he groaned, tensing all the muscles in his body, thrusting his hips forward as if trying to drive his cock into me already. “Yes…”

  I ran my fingers along the thick, bulging vein of his cock, up to the tip, teasing the very apex of his hot flesh, thick and pulsating with desire. I knew he wanted it inside of me, but I was going to make him wait.

  I began to tongue him, starting at the base of his cock, at the knot, a reminder of his wolfish nature, and began licking up, up his shaft, up to the tip, loving ever moment of it: the way he tasted, the feeling of his blood, hot and ready just below his skin, the way he groaned and grunted.

  He threaded his fingers through my hair, gripping me tight and eliciting a hot gasp from my lips. I loved when he became… Possessive. Dominating. I whimpered as he pulled my hair, and as he pulled me onto his cock, pulling my mouth onto his shaft and growling the entire time.

  I closed my eyes in bliss as I took his cock as deep as I could, all but choking on it but nonetheless keeping my composure as I began to suck him deep, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around his thickness, around the pulsing, hot shaft that skewered my throat.

  God, but I felt so naughty. I didn’t care one bit though. I bobbed my head faster and faster and in time, he thrust himself into my mouth, essentially fucking my face. I felt so dominated, so powerless as he took me, and I loved it.

  “Oh, fuck, Kelly, this is amazing…” he growled, one of his hands pulling me hard by the hair, so hard that tears came to my eyes—tears of both pleasure and pain. The tiny little pin points of pleasure-pain made me feel even more alive, made feeling every sensation all the more palpable, all the more real.

  His growls and groans became louder and more desperate as I sucked him. I felt his cock twitching, felt him getting close. I was sucking off my man, my wolf man, in the woods and I couldn’t wait to feel his cum fill my mouth, to taste his essence once more. As his thrusts with his hips became more and more frantic, I could tell he was getting ready to cum.

  I wanted this so bad—to taste him all over again. I savored each and every inch of his huge wolf’s cock, and savored the anticipation of knowing that it would go inside me soon, that he would sow his seed once more in my womb—but first…

  “Oh, god damn, Kelly!” Wisdom howled, throwing his head back. I felt his muscles tense, squeezing and spasming as his cock exploded in my mouth, stream after stream of his hot seed flowing into my throat. I closed my eyes in delight, savoring the hot, sticky cum that spurted into my mouth, sticking to the back of my throat and, then, when his pumps and explosions of seed finally ceased, I began to swirl my tongue about his cock, tasting the cum that stuck to his flesh, all but peeling it off his dick as I cleaned him off.

  With a grunt, he finally let me go, releasing me. I gasped for air, panting as if I had just been running a marathon.

  “Wisdom, you taste just as good as I remember…” I whispered hungrily.

  Without a word, he pulled me to my feet. I couldn’t help but grin, wondering what was coming next.

  And then I learned.

  Squatting slightly, he seized me by my butt and hoisted me into the air. I yelped in surprise as I ascended and found myself straddling his face, though he remained standing, supporting my butt with both hands while my legs were thrown over his shoulders.

  “Oh, god, Wisdom!” I squealed, feeling his hot breath and the stubble on his face pressing and rubbing against my most sensitive spots. He began to work his tongue inside of me, not wasting any time with teasing me, which just happened to be what I wanted.

  Now it was my turn to fuck his mouth—I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling tight on his scalp and scratching him hard as his tongue teased my clit, washing over it with its wet heat, torturing and delighting my swollen nub.

  “Oh, god, baby! Wisdom!” I squealed, shaking in amazement as he slathered my clit with love, as he flicked it up and down, left and right, and then in circles, occasionally letting his tongue dip deep into my warm, wet insides.

  I began to grind against his face, gyrating my hips and pressing myself into him, finding myself getting closer and closer and closer. Each passing moment was agony and I found myself shuddering in delight, my muscles tense and ready to cum at any second.

  Faster and faster he licked me as my body came closer and closer. His hungry slurps and grunts as he dug into my wetness only made me want him more, and only made the approach of my final orgasm all the more visible as I came closer and closer and closer to finally exploding…

  And then, like a ton of bricks slamming me off a cliff and into rushing waves, my orgasm was upon me. I shrieked, almost howled, throwing my head back and arching my back, pressing my breasts out proudly as my body shook and shuddered, as my orgasm ripped through me.

  “Oh, god, oh god!” I howled, feeling more like a she wolf than ever as every cell of my body seemed to burst into ecstatic fire.

  I felt limp as my orgasm left me, as my body began to calm down and the spasms and earthquakes wracking my insides finally settled.

  But we weren’t done—not by a long shot. Wisdom dropped me down, down to his waist, my hips automatically wrapping around him. I was still unbelievably sensitive down there but oh-so wet, and his huge cock slid into me as if I had been greased with butter.

  It was amazing—feeling his thick shaft pile deep into me, force its way into my body, my weight helping me to slide down onto his rod, while his knot worked its way deep into my flesh.

  I threw my head back, shrieking as Wisdom began to thrust into me, still supporting most of my weight as I clutched him with my arms and legs wrapped tight around him, whimpering and shuddering as his cock tore into me, tore into my flesh, pounding me and skewering me like a piece of meat.

  The forest around us was silent but you’d never have known it, considering all the noise we were making.

  “Oh, god, Wisdom!” I squealed like a banshee, bouncing my hips on him, savoring the way his thick rod pushed deep into my tight, wet insides. “Harder, baby, harder!”

  Wisdom spread his stance, gritting his teeth and thrusting into me as he pulled me hard onto his cock, impaling me deep, my tight, wet insides gripping him as hard as they could but always slipping around before being impaled once more.

  The pleasure was amazing. My pussy was so powerfully sensitive now after my orgasm and so each moment, each thrust, each impalement of my womb on his cock—it was pure ecstasy.

>   Harder and harder he pulled me onto him, until finally, I felt his cock start to twitch. I whimpered and then I felt it: his cock starting to spasm.

  Another loud, wolf’s howl greeted me as my man came, as he filled my pussy with his hot seed. Spurt after spurt pumped into me, filled me up. I panted pathetically, moaning and groaning as he came in me, gripping my ass so hard, digging his nails into my soft flesh, that I was sure he had drawn blood. But damned if I cared. I just wanted this.

  I wanted to feel Wisdom’s cum sticking to my insides, hot and pleasant. I wanted to feel filled.

  And god, I did.

  Finally, he pulled out of me, his cock a sloppy mess. I sank to my knees once more, almost out of habit, taking him into my mouth and slurping up his cum. This got him hard again—my tongue, licking and working its way along his thick shack, tasting the chafed, flushed flesh.

  Without a word, I bent over, bracing myself against a tree and gasped as Wisdom impaled me once more, his cock going even deeper this time. I shuddered and squealed as he fucked me like a bitch, taking me harder and harder, my voice going hoarse from screaming as he pounded me, gripping my hair hard and pulling my head back as he rode me.

  I had no idea how long he fucked me like that—I lost all sense of time. Finally, though, he began to cum, filling me once more with his seed. I shrieked once more in delight as I felt that hot, sticky cum inside of me and then, finally, he pulled out of me and we collapsed together.

  We were silent for a long time. It was Wisdom who finally spoke, his voice still husky and thick with lust and fatigue.

  “I thought I’d never see you again.”

  “Well, you thought wrong,” I said with a little smile, pressing my lips to his.

  “I waited, though. Hoping… Hoping that you would come to find me.”

  “Well, I’m not going anywhere now,” I said quietly, taking his hand—his big, thick, powerful hand—and laying it on my belly. “We’re not going anywhere at all. You’re stuck with us.”

  “I can live with that.”

  “You’d better,” I said, still with the little smile. “And what’s more… You’re going to have to teach me about being a werewolf.”

  I looked up through the trees, into the night sky. The moon was not yet full but it would be in a few days, it seemed.

  “I’ve only got a few days left till the my first full moon, after all…”

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  What else was there to tell? I could tell you how Vincent stole a car, smashing in the window and hotwiring it so we could swing by my apartment. I grabbed some shampoo, a few changes of clothes, left my sister a check for the next month’s rent, and then we were off on the highway.

  But I know what you want to hear about. You want to hear about what happened when we stopped at the first motel we ran into on our trek.

  We got our room and threw our stuff down. I had only just put down my duffel bag when Vincent’s hands were on me, on my curves, running his palms over my body. You wouldn’t think he had just fought a bruising boxing match by the excitement he was showing, by the way his hard cock was pressing into my ass from behind. I felt his strong body, his hard abs and his even hard pecs, pressing into my back.

  “Well, well, well…” I whispered. “Aren’t you a frisky one?”

  “Guilty as charged,” Vincent said with a soft laugh.

  “How do I know you’re not going to change into a wolf on me?”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked, teasingly.

  “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” I replied, running my fingers over his chest and belly, feeling his rippling muscles beneath his wife beater.

  He leaned down to claim my lips and it was like a magic spell had fallen over my lips, like my body, my face, my very essence was melting all of a sudden. I melted into his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my body to his, my curves conforming to the hard angles of his powerful body. At any moment, he could transform and kill me, if he really wanted to. Maybe it’s a little sick but that thought turned me on…

  I slid my fingers beneath his wife beater and pulled it up, over his head, revealing his handsome, battle-scarred body. I rained down kisses along his neck moving down over his chest, over his hard abs. I bit and nibbled along his skin, teasing at his flesh and eliciting soft growl-whimpers from his lips.

  And then, suddenly, he slid his hands under my butt and picked me up. He hurled me onto the bed, my legs going flying up in the air. He spread them and slid his hands along my thighs, sending shivers up my back. I sighed, pressing my hips forward as he hooked his fingers under the band of my thong and began to slide it down. He tossed it to the side and slid a hand up my inner thigh, getting ever closer to my hot center…

  This was crazy. I was hopping into bed with someone I had only just met but somehow, it felt incredibly right. I whimpered as his hand got closer and closer to my pussy and then, finally, I felt his finger tips running over my soft, wet lips, sliding up and down. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, leaning my head back and moaning, pressing my hips forward.

  “Oh, god, please!” I moaned, my hips shaking as I groaned. “You’re making me so turned on.”

  “Oh, am I?” he asked, grinning as he straddled me. His lips were on mine again all over a sudden, kissing and suckling my lower lip, tugging it with his teeth as he began to finger me. He slid his long, powerful fingers into my wet core and I gasped, pressing my hips forward, begging for more, demanding more. I wanted it—wanted his fingers, his body, his powerful flesh, all of it, all over me.

  “Please, Vincent,” I moaned.

  “Why don’t you call me Garcia? That sounds tougher,” he murmured, kissing along my neck. “You know, that’s not even my real name. Neither of them are.”

  “Ahh, really?” I asked, my skin delighting at the feeling of his teeth and tongue along my soft skin. “What’s your real name then?”

  “You’ve got to guess. I won’t just tell you,” he murmured once again, his thumb working over my clit as he darted his fingers in and out of my hot core.

  To find out what happens next, read Uppercut and let your fantasies run wild…

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