Free Season of the Wolf (BBW Holiday Romance) by Marie Mason

and she knew the slow, almost reverent touch was pulling at his control. “Ahh, my little she-wolf wants to come out and play, does she?”
    He pulled completely away and this time Priscilla whimpered at the loss of his warm body.
    “Patience,” he ordered. The dark tone made her insides quiver.
    He rose to his feet leaving her kneeling on the soft quilt, the hand-stitched cover that gave her a sense of completeness. His cock, thrusting outward from his legs, on the other hand, was reminding her how empty she felt inside. She licked her lips then bobbed her head forward. Even without the gentle guidance of his hand on the back of her head, she knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside her warm mouth. He was already leaking pre-cum and she lapped up the salty, tasty treat.
    “Spread your legs.”
    She did.
    “Now touch yourself.”
    She groaned around the thick width of his cock but did as he commanded. Her fingers slid through her slick folds. She moaned, excited by her own touch.
    “That’s it , baby. You need to make yourself nice and wet for me. I want to take you with one single thrust.” He moved his hips, fucking her face as she pleasured herself. Her clit was a tender mass of nerves. Between her own fingering and the feel of his cock in her mouth, she was almost on the verge of coming.
    “Stop.” He reached down and pulled her hand away from her body. The movement caused his cock to thrust forward and forced her to take him to the back of her throat. He grinned down at her as he brought her fingers to his mouth, bending his knees to keep himself tight against her throat. He licked the juices from her hand. He moved again, reaching for her other hand. He held them high above her head with one hand while the other went back to guiding her head.
    “I need to come, baby. Take me as far as you can.” He thrust deeply and Priscilla let her throat relax. After a moment or two she swallowed each time he touched the back of her throat. He groaned. “Yeah, baby. Swallow me down.” His movements became harder, stronger, more violent, but she loved it. She was being taken by her wolf shifter, providing for his needs, allowing him to dominate her. She shivered, wanting. His release rolled over him and he came down her throat. She swallowed as best she could, licking at her lips as he pulled away. He drew her to her feet using the hands he still held captive. “I’ll make it up to you later, baby. I promise,” he whispered against her ear. “But first I have to take you.”
    They fell back on the quilt, the hardness of the floor almost bruising her back. There was no finesse in his movements. His hands shook with the lust riding him. He quickly positioned himself at the opening of her pussy.
    “Mine,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
    The y both groaned as he thrust inside. Even with the juices from her self-pleasuring, it was still a tight fit. Priscilla gasped. Had he grown bigger since last time?
    “Mate.”
    She had no time to respond to his harsh groan. He buried himself to the hilt, his long, thick cock hitting her womb. His teeth sank into the side of her neck as he marked her as his. His bite released something inside her. It felt as if she suddenly had an animal sharing her soul. She realized quickly that it was his animal she was feeling. The sensations of his body that was feeding her own sexual energy. He continued to thrust, pumping in and out of her until she convulsed around him.
    “Bite me.”
    “What?” she was still on an endorphin high and didn’t know if she understood what he was asking.
    He lifted her head off the floor, bringing her mouth to his chest. “Mark me.”
    A force beyond her control made her open her mouth and sink her teeth into his flesh. The taste of his blood inside her mouth started a chain reaction of sensation. Lights and sound flashed through her mind, tearing at the fabric of her reality. She saw images of wolves and men and