Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Curiously, I watched him walk toward the water and get in, moving toward the center. He didn’t face me right away as he started washing himself off, droplets splashing around his body, his dark fur almost looking black now that it was wet and plastered to his body.
I could clearly see how muscular and hard he was all around. Huge, broad shoulders, long arms with bulging biceps, and forearms that were cut and defined and had me clenching my thighs together.
He might not be human, but he was the most masculine, powerful thing I’d ever seen in my twenty-two years of life.
I glanced around, realizing I could try to sneak off while he wasn’t looking and preoccupied. I even braced my hands on the boulder and was about to push myself up. But I knew… knew that it was pointless. At least right now. I needed to be smart, because if I tried escaping now, he’d only catch me, and then his defenses would be up.
I had to lower them, get him to think I was submissive to his ways, so he wasn't on guard. And then I’d try to leave. That was the sane thing.
And when he turned around, I couldn’t help the sharp breath I sucked in. The bastard was getting erect. I watched in a strange sort of awe and fascination as his cock emerged and he reached down to wrap his big, meaty paw around himself. And the longer I stared, the harder he got. His huge, hairy balls started swaying slightly as he jerked off right in front of me.
I shouldn’t have stared, but how the hell was I supposed to not watch as he pleasured himself? It was clear he was a damn exhibitionist.
I guess that made me a voyeur, because my pussy was soaked watching him masturbate. With the moonlight casting a silvery glow over his body, I really stared at his shaft.
So long. So thick.
And because he was so damn hard, every time his palm moved up to the base, I could see these raised ridges all along the length.
Built-in ribbed for her pleasure? Well, damn.
He also had a swollen ring in the center of his cock, one that I could see throbbing even from this short distance.
My throat was so damn tight and my mouth so dry. I tried like hell to stop watching him, but the sounds he made, the grunts and groans coming from his chest, told me he liked me being a creep, apparently.
How could I call him a pervert when I was doing the same things?
He slid his palm down to the tip, then moved it back up, pulling at the foreskin so I could see the thick crown of his cock underneath.
I could make out the way his tail flicked back and forth, lightly splashing the water as if he couldn’t help himself.
Cum was steadily dripping out the wide tip, and I realized the slit had to be that big because this creature probably came like a damn geyser.
My pussy seemed to like that—especially as I envisioned all his cum shooting out as he got off—because my inner muscles tightened on their own. It was almost like my body wanted something big and thick shoved up deep inside.
Oh my God, I was a nasty bitch, insane as well. Who got horny thinking about a wolf creature coming all over the place?
What type of person got kidnapped and had a wet pussy at the very idea of wrapping her hand around that monster of a cock and seeing if her fingers would touch?
Me. I was that nasty bitch, and I wasn’t even fighting it.
Chapter
Ten
Wolf
My Little Bird thought I didn’t see her looking for an escape. Did she not understand there was nowhere she could run where I wouldn’t follow?
Did my Marcella not fully realize there wasn’t a place she could hide where I couldn’t find her?
Her scent was fully ingrained in me. It was a part of me now. And the sooner she came to terms that she was mine, the more pleasure I could give her.
And I wanted to give her an immeasurable amount.
But I let her have this false bravado, this faux idea that she could outrun me. I was a wild, primitive beast, mind and body, and my instincts were brutal and attuned for survival.
And now that I had my Marcella, I was even more so. Because nothing would take her away from me, even my little mate fighting this.
I would just have to show her how good it was with me, how well I would treat her. She would be my queen, my alpha. I would worship the ground she walked on and would make sure she had everything she could ever want.
I just wanted her to realize that she was mine, and I was never letting her go.