He stroked his hands up, cupping her breasts, rubbing over the nipples. He pinched them tight, making her moan his name. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t want him to stop, not ever.

Down he went, going to her ass and squeezing the cheeks.

Within seconds, he spun them around so this time, she was on the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling every inch of him as he filled her.

“Look at me, look at us,” he said.

She stared down at where they were joined. His cock was slick with her arousal.

All of a sudden, he pulled out of her. He gripped her ass, lifting her up, and then his mouth was on her pussy.

“Oh, my,” she said, clenching her hands into tight fists as he started to lick between her thighs.

His tongue brushed across her clit, sliding down to her entrance, then back up, sucking her into his mouth. He used just the right amount of teeth, and Misha didn’t think she’d be able to stand too much more. He soothed out the pain with the flat of his tongue. Decker moved down, plunging deep inside her, and he fucked her with his tongue, sliding in and out before drawing back up to her clit.

She cried out, thrashing against him, wanting him.

Her orgasm was so close, and he tortured her, driving her closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Please, please, please,” she said, begging for it.

He kept her to the edge, holding her, drawing out every single nerve ending, and driving her closer to the peak.

Decker threw her into a mind-numbing orgasm. She screamed his name as he worked her pussy, keeping her pleasure going for as long as possible.

Even before she finished, he moved her to her knees and was deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” He growled out the words, and she felt his hot cock inside her.

He pulled out of her and slammed back inside, thrusting in hard and making her ache and moan for him. She needed his cum. She wanted to feel him flooding her, working his cock within her.

With each deep thrust, she felt alive, connected. Nothing was off-limits. Decker held her in place and took his pleasure, making her feel it all, and she relished each and every single push.

She gave back, thrusting against him and wanting it all. He surrounded her, drove her, and when his growl filled the air and she felt the hard pulse of his cock, her world had never felt so complete.

Even as his pulsing cock filled her, flooding her pussy with wave upon wave of his cum, the moment it was over, Misha had no choice but to withdraw. She pushed his hands away, and with his cum spilling down the inside of her thighs, Misha didn’t look back as she ran.

****

The following morning, Decker went straight to Misha’s apartment. Slamming his fist against the door, he waited for her to answer.

He was pissed.

Last night, she had run away from him, and he had every intention of following after her, but one of the pack had needed him. More specifically, a young cub who for some odd reason had decided to start transitioning three months early. It wasn’t a good sign. All night, he stayed with him, helping him to remain calm, to keep him in human form.

Early bloomers were difficult to handle. There was a reason the pack preferred to have the first transition on the first moon after reaching eighteen. The body was prepared to handle the constant snapping, breaking, shattering, and general pain of turning into a wolf. The first time was always difficult because people fought against their wolf. Only in rare circumstances was the first transition a breeze.

“Damn it, Misha, open up. I know you’re in there.” He slammed his hand against her door.

Decker heard her walking around, and his patience grew thin. He didn’t have time for this. He was tired and … horny. There was no denying it. He wanted Misha again.

“Go away,” she said.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The sound of her door unlocking surprised him.

She opened the door and glared at him. Once again, she was dressed in a skirt, and this one hit at her knee. The shirt she wore showed off her arms, but it wasn’t clingy. He wanted to see her naked body, to feel her beneath him once again, and the outfit she wore wouldn’t do for what he craved.

“What do you want?”

“You don’t want to talk about last night?” he asked.

“Last night was a huge mistake.” She folded her arms under her tits, and he was distracted, remembering how good they felt inside his mouth. All he would have to do was remove her shirt, and he’d get to feel them again, see them. Misha snapped her fingers. “Hey, asshole, my eyes are up here.”

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