Free TheWolfInside by CarrieKelly, Kelly

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she wanted them dead either. She struggled under his hands, but his grip only
tightened on her.
    “You riled
up the wolf, lass,” Ewan growled and his breath misted in the air. “I’m don’t
think I can control it now. You made it hard enough to control in the first
place.”
    What was he
talking about? Eva shook her head. “Please. Don’t hurt me,” she said and
shuttered under his touch.
    Ewan’s lips
trailed down her neck, kissing and biting her exposed flesh with hunger. “Hurt
you? I wouldn’t dream of it. I need you, Evangeline. I’ve always needed you.”
    Always? What
did he mean? She didn’t have the breath to ask him. When she tried to push him
away, his chest felt like a solid wall of muscle, and he didn’t move an inch.
    Then his
fingers wound off her arms and gripped her thighs instead. She wiggled under
him, but his body held her firmly against the wall. No matter what she did she
couldn’t budge. She felt his hardened cock pressing against her upper hip and
squeezed her eyes shut. What was Ewan going to do to her?
    One hand
trailed around to her ass while the other lifted her skirt. She pressed her
thighs together, but his hands were so strong. Then a blunt finger traced her
clit, still covered by her panties, and Eva moaned.
    “Ewan,
stop,” she begged and struggled to free herself, but he didn’t relent. And
every time she moved his finger flitted over her sensitive flesh, wetting her
further.
    “But you’re
enjoying it, aren’t you?” he breathed into her neck.
    Then his
lips pressed to hers and the whole world seemed to catch fire and burn with the
passion that arose from his kiss. She groaned, and his digit pushed aside her
panties and explored her depths, slipping into her cunt with a suddenness that
took her breath away.
    Her walls
pulsed around him, and his tongue pressed inside her mouth. She couldn’t fight
him off any longer, werewolf or not. His entire being seemed to wrap her in
desire, and she couldn’t pull free.
    He pulled
back from the kiss and smiled, his sharp teeth glinting. Then Ewan fell to his
knees.
    “What are
you doing?” she gasped as he yanked down her soaked panties.
    “I need to
taste you, Evangeline. I’ve dreamt of it for so long.”
    Her mind fogged,
but she couldn’t form a question as his hands spread her legs and his tongue
explored her clit. Every taste tickled the passion burning in her bones, and
she moaned and writhed. She dug her fingers into his hair. The coolness of the
wall on her back was the only thing that kept her braced in reality.
    She was in
Paris and a werewolf, a gorgeous werewolf, was pleasuring her in ways most men
didn’t. Anyone could walk by and find them. Anyone could see them. Paris might
be the city of love, but this was ridiculous.
    He felt
the fat on her thighs ,
she thought, but there wasn’t anything Eva could do about that now.
    Ewan groaned
and his hot tongue flicked and tasted her with an urgency she’d never known.
His hands dug into her hips, like he was trying to pull her closer.
    The little
ball of pleasure exploded across her body with one final lick. She moaned, and
took gasping breaths. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out at any
moment, and she stared at Ewan as he climbed back to his feet and wrapped his
powerful arms around her.
    Her whole
body twitched with the orgasm.
    His cock
stood fully erect.
    “You look
tired,” he mused with a smirk. “Let’s get you home, lass.”
    Eva nodded.
     
    * * *
     
    She sat up
in bed the next morning with a start. The dim gray outline of the window lit up
behind the curtains, and Ewan stood in front of the kitchenette. Something
sizzled on the stove, and the scent of coffee and fresh bread filled the air.
    The night
before seemed like some kind of dream. Was she really chased by werewolves? Had
her tour guide really killed three men then pleasured her in an alley?
    “Morning,
lass,” Ewan said and smiled.
    Boxers hung
off his hips, and the outline of