embarrassed by the size of my breasts, but I was proud of the marks that were proof I’d carried a child, proud of the curves and the scars. I knew I was beautiful, even as I’d known I was no Giselle Bündchen. But here? Now?
I felt like a woman worthy of her Adonis.
I was proud of every inch of me. Unashamed of my nudity, loving that he reveled in it as much as I reveled in his hard form, the muscles that were delineated, cut out by a master carver for my enjoyment.
I shuddered as his tongue traced over my earlobe, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. For some reason, that had my she-wolf coming out to party.
I could feel her inside me, like another energy that was alien and yet mine at the same time.
She didn’t try to overtake me, didn’t do anything other than hover there, apparently enjoying Austin’s ministrations as much as I was.
It was then, at that moment, that I sensed his wolf, and I swear, that was the most surreal experience of my life.
It beat everything that had happened thus far. Everything from being able to make Austin experience my father’s rages to being in another place, another dimension or whatever the heck this was. Feeling his wolf emerge?
Epic.
Crazy, but epic.
I shivered as his moves suddenly had a different edge to them.
Not nasty, just harder.
He was a little more aggressive.
Instead of tracing my earlobe with his tongue, he nipped it. Hard enough to hurt, but the pain was absorbed by the she-wolf, and it had me rocking my butt into the earth, even as my back arched with the pleasure of it.
I moaned, and my hands came up, spearing through his hair pretty much like his had done earlier, and when I stroked him, when my nails scored over his scalp, he growled.
The sound had me freezing.
Every part of me tensed up in a way that was my she-wolf’s visceral response to—
Shit.
She loved it.
I could feel it.
She loved that he was dominant.
She loved that he was powerful.
I felt her emotions, felt her arousal, and I absorbed it into me. I let her take control of me, not because I had no option, but because she was loving every second of this.
He nipped at me, sensing my enjoyment, my pleasure, his wolf detecting mine, and I groaned as he began to nibble and nip the curvy flesh of my breast, not stopping until he came to my nipple. He sucked on it. Hard. Harder than I knew a playful man like Austin would ever touch me, and that was proof he wasn’t in charge either.
Just like I wasn’t.
This was the wolves’ time, and they weren’t afraid to go exploring.
He bit the tip of my nipple, raking the nub with a ferociousness that had my pussy turning molten with heat. Every nip and bite, every tug connected deep into my core, and I was thrashing by the time he got to my other nipple.
I widened my legs, sliding them around his hips and curving into him so his dick was pushing into my soft heat.
I was so wet that I could taste the scent of my arousal in the air, and as gross as that sounded, it wasn’t. I felt his response to it. His muscles were harder, his body, already strong and powerful, grew tense, watchful, like he was sensing my readiness, trying to discern, by scent and taste alone if I was prepared to take him.
He moved down, apparently deciding I wasn’t, and though I was disappointed because I needed to feel him slide into me, I groaned with delight when he began to trace shapes over my belly.
When I realized what those shapes were? I didn’t die of mortification, instead, I melted into a puddle on the ground as he licked my stretch marks. They’d disappeared into faint white lines that glimmered like silver in certain lights, no longer the thick red tracks of before, but the pressure of his tongue there made me want him even more.
As he accepted every part of me, enjoying every part too, I braced myself for his end destination.
When he got there?
I pretty much felt like dying on the spot.
His tongue against my clit was like heaven and hell combined as he explored me, traced me, took me into him, sucked me down, and slurped me up.
He teased my folds, thrust his tongue into my pussy, and fucked me with the lithe