Page 20 of Baiting the Werewolf

I push him back into the tree, so there's no space between us. Nothing should be between us. I drill into him, my body tingling with this new sensation that I've never felt before.

“Say you love me.” I need to hear it. Need to know it.

“I love you,” he says without missing a beat.

I unleash everything I was barely holding onto before.

“Logan,” Wes groans. “Want to feel you.”

“Yes, baby. Make you gonna cum so good.”

“No,” he says firmly. “Want to feel all of you.”

It takes me a second to understand what he means.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

He nods. No hesitation on his face.

I swallow, stopping my hips from pistoning into him with effort. It takes a second, but I concentrate hard. Then I feel his hole stretch to its capacity as my cock grows impossibly long and wide.

Wes screams in pleasure. “Oh god, feels so good.”

He feels so small in my arms. Delicate.

“You okay?”

He nods, so I pull out tentatively, tugging at his hole. He groans. But with the second push it’s easier.

He whimpers as I push into him again and again until I spill into him, marking him. “You're perfect,” I tell him.

I have a sudden urge to see my cum leaking out of him. I let him down gently.

When he's on his feet, I turn him. He leans heavily against a tree. “What are you doing?” he asks, hesitant.

I kneel to look at the mess we’ve created. It’s perfect. He is perfect.

I lick him, tasting us together.

“Oh my God, you're a freak,” he whines. There’s no judgment in his voice. I doubt I would have cared right now either way.

I gobble him up, twisting my tongue inside him. I lap at his hole until he's screaming. Until I'm satisfied.

Then I sit back on the forest floor and just look at him.

He turns slowly, tentatively.

I wait for the regret and dread to set in. Nothing comes. I lean back, only filled with a bone-deep satisfaction I’ve never felt before.

Every part of me feels fulfilled. Satisfied. Looking at Wes, covered in marks that I gave him, wakes up something wild in me. I want to growl. To scream he’s mine until every creature in the entire world knows it.

Wes wraps his arms around himself, looking self-conscious. I know everything about the guy except his post-coital routine. Guess I know now. He gets awkward.

That’s adorable, really.

Or maybe he’s cold? “We should leave. It’s getting cold.” I get up and look for his boxer briefs. I find them a few feet away where I threw them in a hurry to… suck his dick? Yeah, okay, I might need to sit down and think about everything that happened here.

Not now, though, when Wes looks all but ready to bolt.