grinned to the sky, cosseted by the rays of the moon as it seeped into my skin, loving how the earth itself seemed to embrace me as one hand speared into the dirt beneath me, while the other dug into his back. Immediately, the magic of the circle, the protected place where the pack gathered and the totem guarded, turbocharged everything.
His dick ground into me, and I moaned louder as he rocked his hips harder, faster. A shudder whispered through me every time he nudged my clit.
“Fuck!” I hissed, my hand dropping down to spear my nails into his butt, hoping to make him grind into me exactly where I needed him.
Damn that man, it didn’t work.
His lips tugged at my nipple, settling there to suck down harder. I was half-terrified that one day, he’d do that and milk would spurt out, but so far, so good…
I groaned as his mouth traced over to the other one, making gooseflesh surge and fall along my skin, heightening the pleasure, making it rebound around my being as if it was a stray bullet ricocheting inside me.
Then, something in me snapped. “Enough!” I rasped, and with a strength that stunned me, so it sure as hell had to stun him, I flipped him over.
Around me, the pack of natural and not-so-natural wolves howled and weaved around the circle, making me feel like this was a pagan display of joy at our union.
When I flipped us so he was on his back and I was straddling him, I didn’t even grin down at him, smug with success. Instead, I ground myself harder into him then slipped his cock where it needed to be—inside me.
My head tipped back, my long hair trailing down my spine, tickling the upper curve of my butt as I felt his dick fill me fully.
His hands grabbed my hips, and he urged me into moving at a pace that was definitely for him.
Not for me.
Instead of doing as he asked, I grabbed one of his hands and encouraged him to rub my clit. As he did, I blew out a breath as sparks danced behind my eyes, but that was nothing to when he surged up, his mouth back on my tits, the angle changing and shifting with his new position.
A shriek escaped me when he bit down on my nipple, and I groaned as I dug my nails into his shoulders, unable to stop myself from bowing my head, scenting his throat, and digging my teeth into him there.
He chuckled at the fierceness of my bite, but he didn’t say anything as I carried on, hard, grinding my teeth into him so I knew I’d leave bruises.
The scent of him, his pheromones, flooded my mouth. He tasted better than an ice cream sandwich made with Phish Food, and as I enjoyed the smorgasbord, he began to jerk his hips up so that he could fuck me while I contented myself with his taste.
When I came, our bodies were twisted together, so close there wasn’t an inch between us, so close that we were a tangled knot in the moonlit spot before the totem, in a magical circle that had remained hidden for centuries and would remain so for a million years.
When the fire stopped simply burning my nerve endings and blazed into an inferno I couldn’t control, I groaned long and low around his throat, enjoying the way the pleasure whipped at me, firing me up, never letting me down…not until he came.
I could feel his cum pelting me, every spurt coating my womb. I knew that sounded crazy, knew it should have been impossible to feel that, but I was hypersensitive, just awaiting the moment when his knot would appear, when it would burrow into me and take root.
A sharp cry escaped me when it did, lodging in deep, fast, and hard, and I let go of him, feeling like I was being pelted with more bullets as the exquisite agony of his knot sent me soaring higher, until I wasn’t simply dancing in the moon’s rays, but was up there flying among the stars, him at my side. Forever at my side.
I groaned when I came down, but his knot kept throbbing, like a damn vibrator that sent every part of me twitching as the pleasure didn’t abate.
When he rolled us over, I still felt sensitive and overwhelmed, so I clung to him, my knees burrowing into his hips as I kept us tied together, even as