Venus Moon
devour her.
    Who’s the wolf here?
    He tasted the inside of her lips, the edge of her teeth, the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Sucking at her tongue, he pulled it into his own mouth, tangling with it, sure he’d never get enough. His hands came up to cup her cheeks, tilting her head this way and that to give him a better angle. The heat from the kiss lit up every nerve in his body, clear to his toes, and his cock throbbed with anticipation.
    When he lifted his head to look at her, he lost himself in her eyes. Every shade of amber reflected in the moonlight, but it was the mixture of hope and fear that really got to him.
    “I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “Ever.”
    “I’m afraid,” she said. “But I want you.”
    “You never have to be afraid of me. Not for any reason.”
    “There’s a heavy quilt on the back porch,” she said in a hesitant voice.
    Charlie cocked an eyebrow at her. “You don’t want to go inside?”
    She gave him a tentative smile, watching him, judging him. “Wolves like to mate outdoors.”
    She was testing him. Could he take her in human form knowing she was wolf? Okay, fine. Whatever she wanted. In seconds, he had the quilt spread out on the grass, the moon lighting up the yard like a spotlight.
    Holding her gaze, watching her reactions, Charlie stripped off his T-shirt then unzipped his jeans and kicked away both pants and boxers in one movement. His cock sprang free, throbbing with such intensity he was afraid things would be over before he got started.
    He took her hand again and knelt on the quilt, tugging her down with him. With his fingertips, he caressed the line of her cheekbones and jaw, touched the pulse beating so hard at the hollow of her throat. When he lowered his hands to brush his fingers across her dark nipples, she gasped and arched toward him. The nipples hardened beneath his touch like diamonds.
    Bending his head, he licked at them then briefly took each one into his mouth, sucked it and released it, flicking the tip with his tongue. He hated letting go of them, but he wanted to explore every bit of her body. Then he’d go back and do her nipples justice.
    His hand continued its journey between the valley of her high, firm breasts, tracing the line of her rib cage, one fingertip twirling in the indentation of her navel. When he slid his hand lower into the softness of her pubic curls, he couldn’t stop himself. He bent his head and trailed the tip of his tongue through them, tugging at them with his teeth.
    As his tongue foraged in the curls, his hands caressed her outer thighs, his fingers tracing the line where hip and thigh joined, reveling in the silken feel of her, the pleasure of touching her. When he could hold back no longer, he nudged her legs apart and traced the line of her slit with one shaking finger, terrified that at any moment he’d do something to turn her off and she’d leap away.
    But as he probed the dampness of her pussy lips, a small sigh escaped her, and her hips arched toward him. As his mouth continued to travel over the soft curls on her mound, his thumb found her clit and brushed back and forth. Immediately, her cream bathed his fingers where they touched her cunt.
    Jesus! She is so responsive!
    Emboldened by her reaction, he moved his head until his lips closed over the peak of her clit and he slid one finger into the hot well of her vagina. He thought for sure her heat would burn his fingers. The harder he sucked on her clit, the wetter her cunt grew. She was tight, her inner muscles flexing against him as he added a second finger then a third. When he began to move them rhythmically in and out of her, some part of her unlocked and she forced her hips higher, her head thrashing back and forth on the quilt.
    Impatient for the full taste of her, he pulled his fingers free, knelt between her thighs and opened the lips of her pussy. Inhaling her scent, he thrust his tongue inside, fucking her with it in the same motion he would soon use

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