Page 31 of Wishing for a Werewolf (Ferndale Falls Forever #2)

Rune

Autumn running from me snaps the last thread of my control. I bolt after her, torn by conflicting desires. The need to catch her immediately, to carry her to the ground and bury myself in her sweet depths…

And the need to draw out the chase until we both hum with desire, our hearts pounding, every nerve on fire with heightened sensation.

She runs before me, her red hair and cape streaming backward, twin sheets of fire calling me to her, a moth to her flame.

My fire.

Mine.

Her arousal perfumes the air, making me want to howl at the full moon overhead. Yet I remain quiet, a predator hunting the sweetest of prey.

As the woods close around us, a wild feeling grows in me, and my clothes start to constrict. I pause long enough to tear off my boots, my werewolf feet better in the forest than any shoe. Catching up to her easily, I yank the shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

She looks back, her beautiful face flashing in the moonlight, her red lips parted with need.

My claws shred the front of my pants, destroying them down to mid-thigh. Then I fist the fabric and rip it away, freeing my body to the forest and the night, my heavy cock bouncing with every stride.

Autumn’s steps start to slow. My fire is reaching the end of her human endurance. She breaks through a stand of trees to enter a familiar clearing. The Wishing Well, the place where this all started.

I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect spot.

She shrieks as I tackle her from behind. Scooping her into the protection of my arms, I spin so my shoulder plows into the ground, taking the brunt of the fall. Then I’m on her, over her, throwing her cloak to the side.

I bow my body over hers to growl in her ear, “If you run, my fire, know I will always chase… and catch.”

She sobs with need as my claws tangle in her fire hair, pulling it aside so I can nip at her neck. Autumn shivers as my fangs scrape her delicate skin, and I soothe it with a lick, the sweet and spicy taste of her coating my tongue and making my erection jump.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I use the hand buried in her hair to pull her up onto her knees. Then I bring one of her hands around to feel the swelling at the base of my cock.

“Your knot!” she gasps. “But you haven’t come yet, have you?”

“This isn’t my full knot.” Even though I’ve never had sex in my werewolf form, I can feel the ache in the base of my cock, a feeling of promise waiting to swell even larger.

There are other differences as well. My erection’s longer than that of my fae form, the color different, black at the base, shading to brilliant red at the tip.

Her hot little fingers trace over it, and her breath hitches. “So that’s… that’s going to be in me the whole time we have sex?”

“Yes.”

A fresh wave of her arousal perfumes the air.

Needing to feast on her, I push her back down onto hands and knees, then shove the tiny skirt up onto her lower back, exposing her ass.

A growl rumbles through me at the sight of her bare buttcheeks exposed by the thinnest strip of red satin.

“By the goddess, Autumn, if I’d known you only wore this tiny scrap of fabric, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back as long as I did. ”

She moans as I rip it from her and slide lower. My hands grip her hips, tilting them upward. “Look at this pretty little pussy, already so wet. I can smell it.” I take an audible breath. “I’ve been smelling your need all evening. It’s been driving me wild.”

My tongue flicks out, far longer than my fae one.

I lap at her folds, her rich flavor bursting across my taste buds.

I tease her swollen clit until she writhes and calls out my name, then I plunge into her, filling her sweet depths.

Her core clenches around me, and I groan, imagining how good she’s going to feel around my cock.

I alternate each stroke, laving her sensitive nub before burying my tongue inside of her, moving faster and faster until Autumn screams her way through her first orgasm.

Then I can’t wait any longer. I must take her.

“By the goddess, do you have any idea what you do to me?” I bury my hand in Autumn’s fire hair and pull until her back arches before me, her pretty ass high in the air. As the head of my cock teases her entrance, I lean forward until I can stare down into her face.

My aphrodisiac seed coats her wetness, and she trembles, gasping up at me. “Rune!” her voice is a high whine, full of need. “Oh, god, Rune!”

Seeing her on hands and knees before me is amazingly erotic. She’s so small, her bare skin so delicate, it sparks a feral need within me to take, to possess. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never had sex in my werewolf form—I know my heightened desire is all because of her, my fire.

I drag my erection up and down her folds, coating her with my creamy fluid.

Then I bite off two of my claws, fist a handful of seed from the tip of my cock, and push it inside her, preparing her to take my larger size and partial knot.

She clenches tight around my fingers, like a mouth eager to suck me in.

“Fuck, Autumn. Feel how much your greedy little pussy wants my cock.”

“Yes,” she pants, those red lips parting as I use the hand in her hair to keep her back bowed. “So much yes.”

Unable to wait any longer, I grip her hips and thrust forward, burying myself deep.

Autumn screams, her walls fluttering around me as she comes, the squeeze around my nascent knot intoxicating.

Heat and pressure surround me in pulses of delight that make my balls tighten. I grit my jaws, my fangs grinding together as I strain to hold on to my control. I refuse to let things end so soon.

The need to move, to thrust, grows too great. I pull out only to plunge forward again, the contrast between the cool night air and the fiery heat of her bewitching.

My fire whimpers with each thrust, needy little wordless noises that drive me wild. I pound into her over and over, taking her hard and fast. Our bodies slap together, the scent of sex filling the air, the mingling of her sweet spice with my musk satisfying on a primal level.

“Come on my cock, Autumn,” I growl. “Burn me in the sweet fire of your release.”

“Rune!” She screams my name to the sky, a howl to the moon shining brightly overhead. Her core clamps tight around me, pulsing in a maddening dance that sets me aflame.

Fire sizzles down my spine, flares through my tight balls, and shoots from my cock in a blaze of delight.

The base of my erection burns, and I pull out partially just in time as my knot doubles in size.

Then I push forward again, continuing to ride her, her wetness grinding against my knot as the pleasure goes on and on.

She comes again and again, her body shuddering with each orgasm as my knot thumps against her clit with every thrust.

Autumn’s knees finally give out, and my weight carries her to the ground where I continue to pound into her until she comes one final time, her voice a raspy cry of delight from screaming so much.

“My fire!” I roar, my hips snapping forward to press my knot tight to her as another burst of pleasure flares through me. I collapse onto her, covering her small body completely.

We lay panting for long moments. Then I ease onto my side, pulling my fire with me so we’re face to face.

“That was…” She blows out a breath. “I’m not sure I have words.”

I trace a claw over the side of her face, pushing her hair out of the way to better see her in the moonlight. “It was all right?”

“It was amazing.”

“You don’t mind that I was in this form? My cock’s bigger.”

She laughs, low and rich. “Yeah, not exactly a problem.”

Pride fills me to know I pleased her well. My tail curls over her thighs, and she shivers as it brushes over her skin, snuggling closer to me.

We stay like that, holding each other, as the nocturnal forest comes back to life around us. An owl hoots in the distance, and something small scurries through a nearby patch of ferns.

Autumn’s fingers burrow into the fur covering my chest, and she lifts her head from the pillow of my arm. “Can I see all of you?” she asks, voice quiet.

“What would you like to see?”

“Your wolf.”

I suck in a deep breath. I never imagined her asking this, and it’s touching to think she wants to know all of me.

After a few moments, I slide away and roll to a crouch, leaves crinkling with the movement. Then magic tingles through me as I set it free, letting my shift wash over me, leaving me as a wolf.

“Your face doesn’t look that different from your werewolf form, but I’d know you no matter what—you have the same golden eyes.” Autumn’s gaze travels over me as I stand in a pool of moonlight. “You’re glorious.” She sits up and touches my forehead, awe filling her voice instead of fear.

I’ve never been more grateful for her brave nature than this. I don’t know what I would have done if my fire had feared me.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispers.

“Thank you.”

“You can talk!”

“Of course I can talk. I’m fully sentient in all of my forms.”

“I know that. It’s just… I didn’t realize the wolf could talk, too.”

I sit down and let her pet me some more.

Her curious little hands move over my shoulders, my back. “I never realized wolves could be so big. You’ve got to have twice the muscle of a Great Dane.”

“Regular wolves aren’t. As a fae, I’m unbound by such constraints.”

“You’re never your wolf around town.” She meets my gaze. “Why not?”

“Part of it’s practicality. Even with the protection spell in place, non-magical humans aren’t going to react well to my size. As you say, there aren’t any dogs as large as I am.”

“And the other reason?”

“It’s too comfortable, too easy to want to be the wolf I’ve been for all of my life.” I sigh and fully admit a truth I’ve told no one. “I mentioned that when I first bought the house, I slept every night in this form. What I didn’t tell you was how hard it was each morning to become a man.”

“Then why do you shift? Why be a man at all?”

“I love my wolf, yet this is never all the cu sith were meant to be. We were always supposed to be able to shift.”

She nods, a tiny frown pinching her brow as she considers my words.

“As much as I love being a wolf, this form lacks certain attributes.” They’re things I didn’t realize until I had Autumn in my life.

Since the first moment I touched her skin to skin, I could never be satisfied with being only the animal.

“My wolf lacks arms to hold you. It lacks hands to touch you. And it lacks a mouth that can taste the sweetness of your kiss.”

“Oh, Rune.” Her lips tremble. “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you, my fire.” Magic ripples through the air as I shift into my fae form, taking her mouth in a starving kiss that makes her cling to me.

I need this—I need her—more than I could ever have imagined.

It’s a primal want, a hollowness aching to be filled, and only Autumn will do.