Wild Darkness: Paranormal MF BDSM Romance (Wolves on the Prowl Book 4) (3 page)

He stepped back. She watched his eyes go animalistic, and a brief flash of fur and fang. When he smiled, he revealed a wolf’s grin.

Her heart started to pound frantically.

“You’re afraid.”

She nodded. “I don’t understand. You’re… different.”

“I’m a werewolf.”

Oh, God. What was she doing? She’d just invited a werewolf into her life. A shapeshifter whom she’d called Master. She’d already started giving him her trust; and he’d already started to fulfill her cravings. How was it that she was so calmly accepting that a creature of myth stood in her living room, offering to give her everything she needed? It was time for her to take a leap of faith.

He drew her trembling form into his embrace then leaned down and he cupped one breast. Through her thin shirt and bra, he captured her nipple and twisted it.

“Are you still frightened?”

“No,” she said.

He looked at her, and in his gaze, she saw such tender regard. And love. Her heart clutched. He loved her, and he would take care of her. She knew this to her very soul.

“Are you mine, sweet Roni?”

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her choice. To trust. To leap. To accept. “Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

He took off her dress, and her bra. Then he undressed, slipping his belt out from his discarded jeans. He drew her arms behind her back and looped the leather around and around until her wrists tingled.

She stood there and he said nothing. He grasped her breasts, and tweaked the nipples so hard pain exploded, and the sensations rushed down to her cunt. She bit her lip, trying not to moan.

He pulled her nipples out and twisted. The delicious sparks of agony danced with the pleasure already gathering low in her belly. He leaned down and suckled each tortured nipple then blew across the crinkled peaks.

“Lean over the arm of the couch, Roni.”

She did as he commanded. He stood behind her. Her bound hands were going numb, her arms ached, and her nipples were still hard from his lovely torture.

He slowly slid his cock inside her, filling her completely.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” he warned.

She couldn’t get her voice to work.

He swatted her ass.

“Yes, Master.”

He fucked her. Fast. Hard. Her pussy abraded against the rough material of the couch. Orgasm threatened over and over, but she held off. Barely.
He
commanded her pleasure, him and no other.

“Come on my cock, Roni.”

Oh, yes.
Yes
. He plunged deeply into her, his fingers digging into her hips, and cried out his bliss. Roni let herself go, flying once again over the edge, into the chasm of shadow and light with her master.

After a moment, he let her up, and unbound her wrists. He turned her around and gathered her into his arms. She very much enjoyed the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her.

“You are my heart,” he said. “My world.”

She kissed him, and then offered, “I love you, too.”

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