Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He takes the apology and offers me an invitational play bow, snorting to show he means me no harm.
I sneeze back, shaking my head and my body, offering him a tongue-lolling grin before leaping at him once more. I am sure my clumsy gambit could easily be rebuffed, but he does me the service of dramatically rolling over and letting me happily alternately lick and gnaw at the ruff under his neck.
He nuzzles and licks me back, cleaning my muzzle and face with loving laps. I feel ever so cherished and completely cared for. It doesn’t matter what form I am in, Cain knows how to give me what I need. I have spent a lifetime feeling odd and alone, but in his presence I am neither of those things anymore.
Our animal forms leave us as our desire takes over. Fucking might turn us into animals, but wanting to fuck seems to be the thing that most makes us human.
“You did so well,” Cain praises me. His hair is slicked back, sweaty. His body is covered in a similar sheen. We are both covered in our animal scents. He smells like the most incredibly hot creature I’ve ever encountered. I want to rub myself against him, and I do, my naked curves sliding against his hard muscularity.
I want him inside me. I need him inside me. I don’t have to tell him any of that, because he knows.
I wrap my legs around him and allow him to roll me over onto my back, one of his big hands fisting in my hair, gripping the back of my head tightly. He always maintains control of me, I notice. He never leaves me to my own devices. Not even for a moment. He keeps me right where he wants me, and he shows me what he wants from me.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs against my lips before kissing me deeply.
My hips grind against his, the hard ridge of his cock sliding along my lips. I don’t think he means to tease me, but I want him inside me so badly, I can hardly stand it. Needing Cain is like needing oxygen. I can feel my inner walls gripping at nothing. I really want him to fuck me. Mate me. I want him to fill me up and satisfy the part of me that craves him more than I have ever craved anyone.
When he slides himself inside me, it feels like I am coming home. He was made for me. I was made for him, there is no denying it.
He makes love to me with animal tenderness, tossing me around the bed into one position and then another, fucking me on my back, and then from behind. His hand grips my hair and forces my head down against the bed, his cock deep inside my upraised ass. I let him use me. He knows what he is doing, and I still feel like a timid virgin.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he promises me, his voice rough with desire. “I’m going to make you take my seed inside this wet, bare pussy. I’m going to breed you nice and deep, my little mate. And you are going to take every drop of it, aren’t you?”
His questions are delivered interspersed by rough thrusts, his fingers playing with my clit as he rolls us both onto our sides and makes me spread one leg up and wide, so his cock has full access to the very deepest parts of my soaking wet sex. He spanks my pussy while he is fucking me, giving me pleasure and pain at the same time, making my sensitive clit ache, and the tender skin around it sting while he continues to pound me as if he owns me—because he does.
“Fuck yes, you are such a good girl,” he praises, driving deep inside me. I feel his cock pulsing as he starts to come, filling me up. We are not using protection. There is no protection from Cain Lupin. There is only my pussy being stretched and used and filled by him.
As he comes, I feel him swelling inside me. Somehow, his cock is getting bigger and bigger. I know my pussy is absolutely full of his come, but something else is happening now. I feel my cunt stretching for him in a way it feels like I almost cannot take. There’s no stroking now. No in and out. There’s just him deep inside me, getting bigger…
“Ow, Cain…”
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs against my ear from behind, holding me firmly so I cannot squirm too much. “That’s just my knot. It stays inside you to keep my seed inside you. It will go down in a bit. Just relax. Good girl.”
“Your knot?”
“It’s a swelling that keeps me inside you. Nature’s mechanism to ensure you don’t escape your breeding and have to take it like the sweet, fuckable girl you are.”