Page 48 of Captured By the Werewolf Highwaymen

For all her climaxes, she was afire, needing…

“More,” she moaned. “Please, Des. More.”

He snarled, rearing up, and gripped her left thigh, spreading her open. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock. In his own large hand, it still appeared gargantuan. Despite the haze of desire, worry flared within her.

“I’m not very big,” she admitted, “and you…are.”

“I’ve made you ready.” His deep voice was all command and confidence. “You’ll take me.”

He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance. The mere touch of his skin against hers made her moan, and when he slid into her, inch by inch, she cried out. He slowly filled her, stretching her to her limit. Never would she have thought she could take him within her, yet her body wanted him, growing supple to accept every part.

Impossibly, he sank all the way in to the hilt. She panted and gasped, pinned into place by his heat and size. She was speared, filled to her limit.

“Yes, sparrow,” he rumbled. “So good for me.”

He held himself still for a moment, as though giving her time to learn what it was to be full of him. Through half-lowered lids, she watched the play of tortured ecstasy on his lupine face, his teeth bared, his eyes brilliant.

How long he would have stayed like that, motionless, she’d no idea. But her body had other notions, and she found herself shifting, moving, working herself on his cock to assuage the blazing need building within her. Within her passage, his broad head slid over her swollen spot.

“More,” she heard herself begging again. “Des. Please.”

He snarled, and began to thrust in earnest. Deep, heavy strokes that rocked her into the earth. Both of his hands gripped her thighs to hold her completely open to him. She grew wetter and wetter, feverish with desire, until he stroked one thumb over her clitoris. Her release struck her in a torrent of pleasure.

Shifting, he angled his body so that he ground against her bud. With each thrust, he pounded against her, and she came once again. Light sparked behind her eyes, moonlight and glory, as she cried out into the night.

He suddenly pulled from her, and she moaned in protest. But then she found herself swept up in his arms, carried across the clearing, until they reached a large fallen oak. The trunk was wide, nearly reaching Des’s thighs.

He draped her over the log and gathered her skirts. Face down, she realized she was utterly exposed to him, lewd and unashamed with her arse and cunt in full view. His hands curved around her hips to angle her where he needed her, his claws lightly biting into her flesh in a way that made her shiver.

She felt, once more, his cock lining up with her opening.

“Yes?” he rasped.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

He plowed into her with one hard, demanding thrust. A sound leapt from her, pleasure and pain intermingled, and she gripped the rough wood of the oak beneath her for stability.

He fucked her. Hard. Her whole body shook from the force of his thrusts, and her eyes rolled back as wave after wave of pleasure barreled through her. He moved a hand over her belly and then lower to stroke her clitoris, his touch decidedly forceful, holding nothing back.

Her climax leveled her. There was nothing left of her as it tore through her in waves of expanding fire.

Des let out a roar as his body stiffened. She felt his climax, his seed filling her hotly.

And then…something swelled inside her. The base of his cock thickened, knotted. They were locked together. She’d never been stretched so wide.

She came again.

Des draped over her, his body heaving, his breath hot against the back of her neck. For long moments, they were like that, held in place by the knot at the base of his still-hard cock, their rough breaths intermingling in the stillness of night.

Finally, the knot lessened in size, until he could pull from her. His seed seeped from her in thick currents, coating her sex and dripping down her thighs. She shivered in pleasure at the sensation.

He lowered her skirts, turned her over gently, and nuzzled at her neck.

“Such a beautiful sparrow,” he rumbled against her flesh. “Perfect, perfect woman.”

Her eyes grew hot.

“Did I do anything to hurt you?” Concern tightened his voice as he brushed his fingers carefully over her face, streaking tears across her cheeks. “Do you regret this? With me…a beast?”