Free Beauty and the Wolf by Lynn Richards Page A

away. Not go nna happen, he thought as he took one large nipple in his mouth.  Her hands relaxed, massaging his traps.
    “Oh,” she said again when he took the other breast in his hand and squeezed. This time it was a much different sounding word.
    “I need to love you, Sophie.”
    And love her he did.
    Rolling them over until he rose above her, he nudged her legs completely apart. Her mound was soft and padded, covered in lush hair . He was glad she didn’t shave or cr eam or wax or whatever the hell women used these days to take away the soft covering of their treasures. Sappy sounding, but true. A woman’s body was a gift to man. And no one knew that better than a wolf. They knew the continuance of their race rested in the fertile depths of a woman’s body, in the graciousness of their love.
    They also knew how damn good it felt to sink in to said depths.
    His hand trembled as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head along her cunt. The juices he’d had a hand, or tongue, in creating, coated him. He hoped like hell he’d made her wet and pliable enough to take him.
    He looked up her body at the roundness of her thighs, the depth of hips. Her belly, one of his favorite parts of her body, formed a swell of flesh. He imagined the day when it swelled even more as she protec ted and nurtured their children growing with in the depths of her body.
    Cum threatened to pump from his body, eager to start that process.
    Her breasts were too large to flatten against her chest, instead they rolled to the sides. He reached up and cupped them together, squeezing and massaging. Her nipples stood at attention. He bent down to taste them. He’d never get tired of tasting them.
    Placing his arm under her shoulder, he brought them to his mouth. His other hand slid across her slit, rubbing her flesh. “Do you want me, Sophie?” he murmured. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    Sophie whimpered and arched against his
    “That’s a good girl,” he encouraged. “I need you wet, Sophie. Real wet.”
    His palm cupped her mound and pushed one finger inside her. He continued to suck and lick her breasts, delighted when her areoles crinkled. Slowly he pushed in another finger. “You are so damn tight. You’re gonna make me come just putting my head inside.”
    He pushed his fingers in and out, kissing her neck, her breast, whispering the raw sexy things he was going to do with her and to her. He felt her resistance slipping away. She was still tense, but now with excitement, not trepidation that he might find her wanting or defective in some way. He was going to show her in a hundred and one, no a million and one , different ways how much he loved her body. How much he loved her.
    He now had three fingers inside her, the walls of her cunt stretched. “How long as it been, baby? How long has it been since you felt a cock deep inside you?”
    His wolf snarled. He didn’t want to know how many men had loved Sophie before, but that’s were the man outsmarted the animal. Jake k new that no matter how many there had been before him, and he knew just by feeling of her, it hadn’t been many, that his cock was going to be last one she ever had. That gave him the security he needed to make this as perfect as he could. That’s not to say he wasn ’t about to fuck her brains out so she forgot about those other losers entirely.
    He took his hand and guided himself to her warmt h. Pushing, he drove steadily inside. First his head. Oh, the feel of th e tip sinking into the wetness – there was no other sensation like it. Then his length. Inch by inch she took him. There would be no slow going now. Again, the animal wanted to domi nate and Jake had no problem with that.
    “Jake.”
    He stopped and grinned down at her. He knew his eyes were glowing and his canines had extended but he didn’t care and he didn’t hid e . She needed to see this. She needed to know the wolf as well as the man.
    “You’re not afraid, Sophie. You’re