Amanda shook beneath the hard stare, so aroused now, pushed so far past reality that she just didn’t give a damn. She was dying in need, the curling, agonizing hunger worse than anything she had known in her life.
Her eyes went to his straining cock, certain her dazed senses were seeing more than was really there.
“I want it,” she whispered, her juices flooding her cunt at the thought of it. “Now. I want it now.”
He came over her slowly, his big body dwarfing hers, his muscles rippling in the moonlight as she felt the broad head of his c**k nudge at her hungry cunt. And it was thick. Wide. She whimpered in anticipation. She had once heard her brother’s wife snickering that wider was better, but she had no idea what she meant until now.
“Hold onto me,” he whispered then, moving her hands from her br**sts to his shoulders. “It won’t be easy, Manda.”
She loved how he said her name.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as she felt his c**k press deeper. Then she felt it spurt, just as it had in her mouth. She moaned at the delicious burn that filled her. Then her eyes widened as he pressed deeper, another spurt filling her, making her shake with the combination of sensations. She could feel her pu**y relaxing, yet the arousal was building.
Oh God, he was starting to fill her. She writhed beneath him as he leaned back, his eyes going to where their bodies were slowly connecting. He held her hips elevated, his hands lifting her to him as he forged in further. Another hard spurt, a burning insidious pleasure that had her screaming his name. Could she bear it? He was stretching her, pushing apart muscle and tissue that had never known another’s touch but her own. She could feel her pu**y protesting, tightening to grip the wide head as it began to forge inside her.
“Fuck. You’re tight.” His voice was a rough, almost inhuman growl. “Relax, baby. Relax for me, just a little bit.”
She tightened further and his eyes narrowed on her.
“I’ll make you scream,” he warned her then. “It could hurt more than you’re counting on, sweetheart.”
She milked him, rippling the overstretched flesh that encased only a portion of the crest. His hands tightened, his thighs bunched beneath hers and then she felt the breath slamming from her body as he drove the head, only the head, inside her. He was working it there then. Short little strokes that caressed her burning cunt and had her shaking beneath him.
“More.” She could barely breathe, let alone talk.
All she could do was feel. The burning pressure, the agonizing ache for more.
“Fuck.” He stopped then, shuddering. “Dammit it, Manda. Goddammit, you’re a f**king virgin.” He sounded tortured.
She tightened on him, staring up at him imploringly.
“More.”
He threw his head back, obviously fighting for control.
“Kiowa. Fuck me,” she cried, her voice ragged now. “I can’t stand it. Fill me, Kiowa…”
She screamed until she was certain her voice would break. He came over her, holding her in place a second before he thrust inside her, hard and heavy. Her juices were thick, slick, aiding the penetration as he split through the unused channel, burying inside her to the hilt in one sure thrust. She bucked in his arms, her nails digging into his shoulders as his lips moved at her neck, curses and whispered apologies caressing her ear as he began to move. Lightning was blazing through her body, hard, explosive streaks of fire burning her, driving her higher as the pleasure and the pain combined, making her convulse in his arms as she fought for orgasm.
There was no control left for either of them. He was f**king into her, hard deep lunges that had her crying out his name as she felt each hard thrust stretching her, caressing her. He shafted her with quick long strokes that stole her breath and had her senses rioting and drove her closer and closer to the brink. Where she needed to be.
“Kiowa…” She was screaming his name again as she felt it building in her. A conflagration in the center of her womb, tightening, building…
When it burst through her, only madness reigned. She felt herself stretching, stretching, hot pulses of fire erupting in her pu**y as sharp teeth locked on her shoulder, piercing the flesh. Her eyes opened wide, staring sightlessly upward as she felt the swelling in the c**k now locked deep inside her, spurting pulse after pulse of se**n deep inside her womb. She wasn’t stupid. What she was feeling was much too similar to the joking references to the Wolf Breeds. They were created from wolf DNA. “Do their cocks knot?” one teacher had asked with an exaggerated shiver of delight.
Knotted. She shuddered again before realization slammed into her, shockingly cold as her eyes met his. She shuddered in his grip, the fear, the hunger, the insane desire for more rising within her, locking her mind into one thought alone.
“Animal…” The thought wrenched through her body, spilled from her lips as shock rocked her very foundations. The pleasure was twisting, ripping through her, taking her breath, her will, her mind. Regret twisted his expression and seared her soul as his head lowered, his teeth grazing her neck an instant before he bit into her…
Chapter Nine
“Amanda?” Kiowa moved from her slowly, easing his c**k from the fist-tight confines of her pu**y, a grimace of pleasure twisting his face as her flesh continued to suck at him until he popped free. She was crying. God help him, what had happened? He hadn’t heard of anything this unusual, the animal side of their natures revealing itself in this manner. His hand was trembling as he smoothed the long fall of her hair back from her neck, guilt staining his soul at the mark that now marred the flesh between her shoulder and her neck.
He had bitten her. Ruthlessly, without conscience, he had sunk the curved canines into her flesh and held her still as the engorged knot that locked him inside her held his c**k at the mouth of her womb, spurting his se**n deep and hard inside the tight channel.
She curled on her side, dragging the blanket with her as her breath hitched tearfully.
“I’m okay.” It was obvious she was trying to be brave, trying to fight past the shock and the fear that he could smell emanating from her. She was confused, thrown into something that even he couldn’t make enough sense of to help her.