Page 21 of Wishing for a Werewolf (Ferndale Falls Forever #2)

Rune

Lost in the delight of Autumn’s glorious mouth, I roar as my climax hits, a burn of pleasure zipping down my spine to pour through my cock. My hips snap forward, my hands tangling in her hair, holding her to me.

Fluid overflows her mouth and drips from the corners to splatter on her pretty breasts. The sight undoes me. Autumn on her knees, swallowing my cock and covered in my seed.

I’ve never seen anything more erotic… or more beautiful.

By the goddess, I think I’ll go mad with pleasure.

My skin is so sensitive that the tiniest touch of her hands makes me groan.

I never imagined what it would feel like to have Autumn’s mouth on my skin, let alone on my erection.

The soft caress of her lips and the wet slide of her tongue undo me.

Then there’s the pleasure of burying myself in her mouth.

I groan. No one’s ever sucked my cock before—wolves don’t engage in such activities.

I had no idea it would feel so wonderful, had no idea I’d missed so much, a vast expanse of sexual pleasure waiting to be explored.

And to think it’s Autumn doing it, willingly taking my cock into her mouth, those pretty pink lips stretched wide…

She pulls back, gasping for breath as the enticing little witch looks up at me with pleased eyes, holding me under her spell. I’m so excited my erection doesn’t subside. I could take her right now, bury myself in her sweet depths.

But I want to use this new mouth with its lips and tongue on her, bring her the pleasure she’s brought me. Another, more primal need fills me as well—I need to taste her.

Crouching, I scoop her off the floor and spin to set her on the chair.

My fingers swirl through the seed on her chest, rubbing it over her pretty raspberry-dark nipples until they harden and she whines with need.

Her breasts are as lovely as the rest of her and hold me enchanted, for how else can I explain my fascination with them?

It’s yet another new thing to enjoy about being a man instead of a wolf.

I knead their softness, watching Autumn’s face carefully to see what she likes best. My fingers pluck at her nipples, teasing them to further hardness until she gasps and squirms. The first lick of my tongue makes her bury her hands in my hair, and I grin as she breathes my name.

A feral satisfaction fills me when I taste myself on her skin—I’ve scent marked her as mine, even if only temporarily.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue until she strains forward, her back arching off the chair.

Then I repeat the pleasure with her other peak.

“Oh, god, Rune!”

I smile against her skin, eager to see what else my new mouth can do. Picking up one of her legs, I drape it over a padded chair arm before repeating the motion with the other.

My fire relaxes backward into the chair, splayed wide open in the soft glow of the reading lamp.

“Glorious.” I press my lips to her inner thigh, tracing my tongue over her freckles.

“Perfect.” I kiss her other leg, sliding higher, my fangs scraping across her soft skin.

A primitive need wells in my chest—I long to knot her, claim her as mine.

It’s a surprising feeling, since my knot’s never formed for anyone before.

Autumn’s sweet and spicy scent grows lusher, deeper, and my mouth waters. Even though this is another thing I’ve not yet done, I can’t resist.

“Show me that pretty little pussy,” I rasp. “Show me where you like to be licked.”

Her hands reach down and spread her folds open, one finger teasing at her entrance before sliding higher to expose a swollen dark-pink pearl. Her breathing hitches as she touches it, and I can’t suppress a feral grin.

My tongue flicks over it, and Autumn gasps. “What do you call this?” I lick it again.

“My… my clit.”

“Mmm,” I hum, my lips buzzing over the hard nub.

“Oh, god!” My fire’s hands bury in my hair, her hips lifting.

That’s all the encouragement I need. I run my tongue over her from entrance to clit, repeating the motion until I crave more of her taste. I plunge into her tight heat, lapping at her, coating my tongue with the sweet tang of Autumn.

“Fuck, you taste divine.” A feral hunger rises in me, and I lick and suck, unable to get enough. My thumb finds her clit, stroking her wetness until she writhes and mewls with need.

“I want you to come all over my tongue.” I look up at her, loving her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the desire flaming in her eyes. “Burn for me, my fire.”

I thrust into her, filling her core over and over with my tongue exactly as I long to do with my cock. I gather a handful of my seed and rub it over her clit.

“Rune! God, Rune!” My name is a piercing cry as Autumn’s muscles flutter around my tongue, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

I ease my mouth from her, my hands still caressing her inner thighs.

Autumn’s eyes flutter open, and she gives me a slow, satiated smile. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

“I…” She wiggles on the chair. “Usually I’d be good after that—more than good, actually—but I feel so empty.” Her beautiful green eyes find mine. “I want you inside me.”

“Goddess, yes.” I stand and shove off my jeans, kicking them aside. My cock bobs, heavy with need.

I pick her up, her soft skin sliding over mine in a bewitching rush of sensation that makes me crush her to me, wanting more, always more. Her legs wrap around my waist, the wet heat of her folds sliding over my cock. I nip at her mouth, demanding entrance.

Spinning around, I lower onto the chair until Autumn straddles me, her hair swirling around her like a wild flag of fire.

“You’re so beautiful,” I growl.

“You are too.”

I fist my hand in her hair and pull her to me, taking her mouth with mine. She gives a needy little gasp, her lips parting for me, and I can’t hold back. Autumn’s kiss is life changing. I feel as if I suddenly understand why I have this shaped mouth, these lips, this tongue.

They’re all to kiss her, to worship her as she deserves.

Our tongues coil in a dance that makes my blood pound through my veins, the double-beat of my heart sounding out her name, Autumn, Autumn, Autumn.

I groan into her mouth as we break apart, panting.

She runs a hand over my shoulder. “You make it so hard to think, but… I wanted to tell you I’ve got protection.”

“Of course you do.” I frown. “I will protect you and everyone else in town.”

“I mean pregnancy protection.” She grins and wiggles against my erection. “I’ve got an implant, so we’re good to go.”

It’s difficult for fae to conceive without the knot, and no one’s ever sparked my knot before, so I hadn’t considered it an issue. Yet I’m glad it’s not a worry for her. I want nothing between us but joy.

I grip her hips, grinding up into her. “Then go.”

She flashes me a heated smile and reaches for my erection, lifting up onto her knees to place me at her entrance.

My fire slides down over me, the wet heat of her core engulfing my cock with delicious pressure.

Autumn rises and falls, taking me even deeper, and I am transfixed.

Her hair and breasts sway in the most fascinating fashion, her face so expressive of her pleasure.

This is another new experience for me, being face to face. It’s bewitching to see her eyes flutter closed, to watch her lips part on a gasp. I’m so excited my balls tighten, ready to spend. Gritting my teeth, I hold off my orgasm, wanting more of her.

Eager to burn in her glorious heat.

My hips pump upward, meeting her slow descents until she finally takes all of me. “Goddess, you’re so tight,” I groan. “That exquisite little pussy of yours feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

Autumn whimpers, grinding down, keeping me buried in her sweet depths, and I release one hip to press my thumb to her clit, stroking over the sensitive nub. Her voice lifts in a wordless keen.

“That’s it, my fire. Burn for me.”

Her head tips back, her hair cascading like a sheet of flame. Then her muscles clamp tight, squeezing my length in a bewitching dance. I groan, the pressure divine.

Yet as soon as she’s done, a familiar urge possesses me. I long to be on top of her, covering her smaller body with mine. I wrap my arms around her and stand, bringing us to the floor, where I lay her down without letting my erection slip free. Then I’m up over her, thrusting deep.

Her breasts jiggle, and her hair slides across the floor like something alive. Autumn’s hands grip my upper arms, her human nails digging in with a tiny sting of pain that only adds to my pleasure. She makes these little noises, little sighs and whimpers of delight that drive me wild.

I drop down to my elbows, changing the angle, and her feet slide up the back of my thighs to dig into my buttocks. We rock together, my body pressing into her clit, my cock filling her over and over. I can’t get enough.

“Autumn,” I groan. “My fire.” Then words escape me, something more feral taking over. I pound into her, no longer able to go slow.

“Rune, Rune, Rune,” she says my name as a chant.

Desire races through my body, my every nerve on fire. My balls tighten again, and the base of my cock tingles like I’ve never felt before. It can’t be, can it? Is Autumn the woman who’ll spark my knot?

A ragged moan tears from my throat. Goddess, I want that. Want her locked to me for hours.

I ride her through her next orgasm, lost in the sight of her face flushed with pleasure, her sweet cries of delight, and the maddening dance of her core clenching my cock.

Then I can put it off no longer. My climax hits, lightning racing down my spine in a burst of pleasure. I pull partway out at the last second as the base of my cock swells in another tingle of delight.

By the goddess. Autumn has sparked my knot.