Page 45 of Wishing for a Werewolf

“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 Icrave 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.”