Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She bit her lip as she felt him brushing against her. He was so hard…so hot. Both massive shafts jutting up from his groin like weapons–thick veins pulsing and their broad heads already slick with pre—cum. The larger bottom one was as thick as her wrist and the shorter, upper one was slightly more tapered, but no less intimidating.
But there was no time to be afraid–no time to be shy. The only thing she wanted to concentrate on was saving him.
Brux let out a low, ragged growl as she settled over him, the slick folds of her pussy brushing the upper shaft. His hands came up at once to her waist, gripping hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to hurt. He was holding on, she realized—holding onto her, onto his reason, onto whatever thread still kept him from sliding all the way into the void.
Kiera braced herself and guided them together. She positioned the thick head of his larger shaft at her entrance and sank down slowly, gasping as he stretched her wide.
The sensation of it—of his heat and size and the unmistakable, intimate reality of him—made her whole body tense in shock. He was so big. Bigger than she had expected…bigger than she had prepared herself for and it was more than any part of her could entirely process in that first instant. Her inner walls stretched taut around his girth, clinging to every throbbing inch as she took him deeper and deeper.
At the same time, she felt the slick, strange touch of the head of his upper shaft rubbing against her clit, coating the sensitive little button with the tingling fluid. At once a hot pulse went through her—a fierce, electric throb that made her clit swell instantly, hypersensitive and aching.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily and she took him even deeper.
And just like that, she saw the first sign–his face changed.
It didn’t happen all at once, but she saw it just the same. The sharp, feral edges began to recede. The beginnings of what was becoming a muzzle softened and turned back into a human—looking mouth. His eyes, though still mostly gold, flashed with intelligence and awareness.
“Gods, yes—ride me!” he begged, his voice rough but clearer, his hips straining up. “I can feel it working—take me deep inside you! Fuck yourself on my shaft!”
Kiera bit her lip hard and did her best.
She moved over him with all the determination and urgency in her, giving him as much closeness…as much heat…as much of herself as she could. She rose up until just the broad head of the lower cock remained inside her, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt.
The stretch hurt so good—his shaft spreading her inner walls and hitting spots that made her see stars. The upper shaft rubbed her swollen clit with every thrust, the tingling fluid making every nerve ending moan with pleasure.
“Like this?” she gasped, grinding down hard, circling her hips to feel him everywhere. “You like feeling my tight pussy around this thick cock?”
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “So fucking tight… feels like you’re…milking me…feels so good!”
Kiera kept riding. Every time she took him deeper–every time their bodies met more fully–she saw another little piece of him come back.
His hands steadied on her hips and his face became more human. His mouth formed words more clearly.
And Kiera—who had begun this out of pure fear—found herself shaking for another reason entirely now. She’d told herself she was only doing this to help him–to pull him back from the brink. But every movement drew another rough, hungry sound from him and another answering pulse of pleasure from deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, the tingling in her clit building to a fever pitch.
“That’s it,” she whispered, half encouragement and half prayer, riding him faster now, her breasts bouncing with each downward stroke. “Stay with me, Brux. Stay with me. Fuck me… feel how wet I am for you…”
“Gods, sweetheart–getting so close now–so close to knotting you,” he groaned.
She felt it then—a new, alarming pressure at her entrance—his knot. Thick and swollen, it was pressing insistently against her already tightly-stretched entrance with every thrust.
Panic fluttered in her chest–it was huge–bigger than anything she’d ever taken. The thought of it locking inside her and tying the two of them together was frightening.
But what will happen if you don’t let him knot you? whispered a little voice in her head. You’ll lose him if you don’t let him in–he’ll go back to his wolf form and you’ll never be able to pull him back to his humanoid self again.
The idea was unthinkable. No. She wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
With a determined breath, she came all the way down, willing her body to relax…to open for the man she cared for. She sank lower on the next stroke, sliding past the resistance, until the thick, bulbous knot finally slid inside her.