Free Waking Up Were by Celia Kyle

growled, eyes flaring until they glowed, and then he went into action. He retreated and then thrust forward once again. That set of movements set the tone of their lovemaking. Lovemaking? No, fucking, really. Lovefucking? Fuckmaking?
    She didn’t know, didn’t care, and didn’t give a flying of aforementioned fuck. Especially not when the pumping of his hips increased, each meeting of their bodies sending even more joy soaring through her body.
    The bed shook with each of his thrusts, jarring the furniture, and she idly wondered if they could fuck themselves through the wall.
    Then it didn’t matter because he thrust hard, snarled, and shifted his hold to clutch one of her hips. His force grew, slamming into her over and over and she couldn’t help but respond. She scratched his back and screamed his name, accepted what he offered. Instead of encircling his waist with her thighs, she planted her feet on the mattress. She met every thrust of his hips, slamming their bodies together in a primal, animalistic dance.
    Pleasure consumed her, Brenna’s wolf echoing the feelings with howls and whimpers inside her mind. The two of them were in agreement, Declan was a sex god with a capital Fuck and Me.
    “Declan… Oh, God, Declan…” Her pussy rhythmically rippled around him, caressing his cock with the movements. “Need.”
    *
    Need? Fuck, Declan needed, too. Her body was on fire, stoking the flames of his need while the wolf rode him hard. With every thrust, it snarled and demanded he bite her already.
    He would. He just needed her to come first. Or at least come at the same time as him. Somebody needed to come.
    The animal accepted his thoughts but hated every part of them. Instead of whining, it added its own desires to the mix. Their thrusts were more powerful, the rub of his pelvis against hers lasting longer and pushing hard over her clit. They swallowed and clutched her moans and cries, intent on hearing them over and over for the next hundred years.
    Her tits bounced, moving in time with their bodies, and they presented a temptation too great to resist. Never stuttering in his moves, he lowered his head and captured one hardened nub, sucking it into his mouth. When her gasp filled the room he purred, when it turned into a deep moan, he smiled. But when it transformed into a begging, pleading whine, he was overjoyed.
    He sucked and laved, alternating between the gentle attention, and then adding in more than one pinch of his teeth. Her skin was sweet and seductive, tempting him to continue his ministrations. He reveled in the tightening of her heat, each spasm immediately following his suckling.
    Sweet, delicious, and his. All his.
    Sweat coated his back, body working to give her as much pleasure as possible while holding back his own.
    Soon, soon, soon…
    Claw-tipped nails tugged his hair, pricking his scalp as she tried to pull him closer. He knew he carried proof of her enjoyment on his back, but he reveled in the additional pain from her. His wolf was thrilled at her wolf’s reaction to them.
    Both halves of her craved Declan and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
    Abandoning one breast, he kissed his way across her chest, ignoring her whines as he captured the other. Another rush of flavors assaulted him and he sought out even more.
    Brenna writhed beneath him, body trembling, and yet he still fought his release. The damn woman would come first. Damn it.
    His wolf howled, snarling that Declan needed to pleasure their woman and mark her already. They hated that she didn’t carry their bite and it was crucial they fix that. Now.
    Bite. Come. Impregnate.
    He didn’t think Brenna would take getting pregnant very well, so he was glad she wasn’t in heat. He did not want to have that conversation.
    Reaching between them, he found her hard clit with ease. He would stroke her to orgasm and then mate her, tying them together forever.
    The wolf tensed within him, crouched and prepared to pounce.
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