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the red indention the tight collar had left on her
delicate flesh.
    “Never
again, Josie Cat,” he promised. “No one will ever put a collar on you again.”
    Josie
reacted with something between a meow and a growl. Then her small hands were
between them—insistent and urgent—tugging at the fastening of his pants. She
ripped open the button fly, freeing his cock, which sprang into her open palm.
Her fingers wrapped around his pulsing rod and she squeezed hard enough to make
him gasp.
    “Fuck,
Josie,” he snarled. His eyes flashed with pent up aggression. “I don’t want
gratitude sex.”
    “Jared.”
She flashed small, sharp teeth and her hand imprisoned his cock. Her other
slipped between his legs to cup his balls. She had him; oh, she had him good. “Don’t
be an ass. Shut up and enjoy the fucking blow job.”
    She
bent her head and he ground his teeth, expecting the punishing nip of her
feline teeth, and yet he made no move to shove her away. He definitely trusted
her more than she did him.
    Her
silken tongue passed over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum beading
there, as the tip delved into his slit. She worked him with her hands, fisting
his shaft and massaging his balls.
    Josie’s
mouth closed on the head of his cock and Jared’s last coherent thought went
south. He moaned and rocked his hips in rhythm with her hands and mouth. His
wolf longed to bypass the light stuff and plunge his entire shaft down her
throat until his scrotum seized.
    The
violence of his urges scared him. Bending, Jared pried Josie from his cock,
freeing first her mouth then her hands.
    “Jared,
what’s wrong?” She sounded confused and maybe hurt.
    “Nothing’s
wrong. I’m just too close. I want to be inside you when I come,” he assured
her, hauling her up his body. His hands gripped her buttocks and, she wrapped
her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. It was strange to feel
her smooth skin against his. No fur; no tail.
    Damn,
he missed her tail.
    Being
careful with her required a great deal of effort and caused his hands to sweat.
With all of the strength and precision he could muster, Jared guided the head
of his cock to the entrance of her tender pussy; he must not be rough. He
fumbled a bit, negotiating angles of entry and depth. Got in an inch, then two,
then withdrew.
    “Stupid
wolf,” Josie hissed. With a sinuous twist of her hips, she rose and sank down
on his shaft. Half in, she wailed. Jared felt his eyes cross and his heart
tried to leave his chest.
    “Tight,
so fucking tight,” he managed, and it was all he could do to hold on and remain
still while Josie negotiated his cock. The werecat was so tiny he feared
splitting her in two. The urge to fuck her as hard as he could—to see if he
could—terrified him.
    Josie
dug into his shoulders with her fingernails, drawing blood, and she came down
on him again with a look of fierce determination. She rocked her hips and sank
until fully impaled, mewling in mixed pleasure and pain.
    She
did not give herself time to adjust. She rode him, rising and falling with tiny
thrusts. Her taut pussy tugged his cock, causing Jared more torment than
satisfaction. Somehow she pushed him right to the edge of darkness and then
over.
    His
control slipped and he started to change, transforming into a wolf. His teeth
lengthened and sharpened into incisors and his fingers grew about two inches,
most of it claw. His eyes turned gold and his muscles rippled and bones
threatened to crack. Every part of him lengthened and thickened with the
change. The silver bracelets cut into his flesh causing his wrists to bleed. A
howl rose from his throat: the proud, confident song of a dominant wolf.
    In
his arms, Josie froze and watched wide-eyed as he struggled to regain control.
He slipped far enough to be more animal than man, and then managed to halt the
transformation. His cock no longer fit inside her sweet pussy, even though the
head was against her cervix. He had inches