Howl For Me - Fall Flasher

Howl For Me
by Wendi Darlin

Drea licked the cinnamon gloss on her lips and savored the spice on her tongue. Dark clouds rolled past the cabin windows, revealing only snippets of a fat luminous moon. Beyond the stone hearth, flames lapped and splintered logs crackled. The naked man sprawled on the bearskin rug set her thighs ablaze, and hunger like she’d never known gnawed at her womb.

Drea’s bare skin prickled, and her nipples tightened. Firelight danced off her prey’s raven hair. Her mouth watered for the taste of his hot blood, and her body ached for the squeeze of his rough hands and the strain of his muscles. He would be full of fight. Her gaze traveled his taut torso, slid over the trail of fine dark hair below his navel and came to an ogling halt.

She sucked in cool air, and heated juice ran down the inside of her thigh. The clouds outside the window broke, revealing a glimpse of the perfectly round moon. He stirred. His cock stretched and broadened, and a fresh stream of liquid desire coated Drea’s thighs.

She edged closer, willing her tense muscles to move slowly. She would have to take him fast before he regained consciousness. Before the clouds released the moon for more than a second, and he gathered his strength.

A growl rose in his throat and danced down her spine. He was hers. She had trapped him, and she would own him -- for the few minutes that remained of his life. She ran her tongue over the sharp edges of her teeth and positioned herself astride his muscular frame. Her vision clouded as his cock settled against her pussy with an appreciative throb. She wrapped her fingers around his thick wrists, pinning his arms to the floor. His head twisted, stretching a tendon the length of his smooth neck. A vein below his ear pulsed and his masculine scent rose off his skin. He would be so much more than a meal. She slid her wet center along his rigid shaft and sucked in a sharp breath as the head of his cock pressed against her.

Drea lowered her mouth slowly toward his neck. Her tongue swelled. Her nipples tingled and her thighs quivered. She would sink her teeth into his delicious vein at the same time she lowered herself onto his cock. Her head was light in anticipation. He would be hers. Completely.

Flames crackled and spat. The clouds broke and a bold white moon filled the cabin window. As her teeth sank into the hot skin of his neck, his hips flexed shoving his cock so deep her head fell back. Strong arms broke from her grasp. One wound around her waist, and the other reached for her breast. A bristling dark pelt sprang from his smooth skin. “I bite back,” he growled against her throat.

She lifted her hips, to ride the length of his cock. “Howl for me first,” she demanded as he pumped deep into her again.

Wendi Darlin
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