This bit of erotica comes from a new smut short, Anna In August. This particular bit is part of an encounter between Anna, suddenly alone on her vacation, and Luca – the Alpha of his werewolf pack. Not that the pack stays on the outskirts for long…
(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)
The road went up into the mountain, and then stopped being a road. The woman clung more as they bounced over the rough dirt path, roared up into the trees and then stopped, suddenly, in a clearing where the moon was bright. They all got down at once, the whole pack around him, and they stood waiting, watching, until he finally he got up himself.
He slung down the kickstand, stood and felt the woman’s hands slipping from around his waist. Luca saw her eyes moving, darting, the rabbit-presence returned – and her awareness of him, the predator truth, was moving outward to include the rest of the pack.
They were already close. He shifted closer to her, spoke so that his mouth hovered only an inch from her mouth and their breath mingled as he spoke. “What’s your name?”
In that same, mingled breath, the word fled from her. “Anna-”
His mouth descended on her lips, and she groaned her way out of silence and into his mouth, reached up and held to his arms with both hands. When he lifted his mouth she stared at him, that dazed expression on her face that meant the wolf was winning her over. “I’m Luca, and this is my pack. Anna, you’re ours now.”
He saw her eyes dilating, her lips moving, and she mouthed the word with some confusion. Ours? But his hands were already undoing the buttons of her shirt, then the zipper of her jeans. He didn’t bare her skin, not yet. When she was flushed and coming undone, he’d save the sight of her for then.
Tease the woman, tease his pack. The scent of her was already enough that a hushed whine at the lowest end of the night howl’s spectrum was rising from them, one after another.
He slipped his fingers over her nipples until they became tight, sensitive peaks, drew tingling lines of sensation over them, over her breasts and the smooth, sensitive skin below them. His lips made warm passage from her mouth to the lobe of her ear and down along the smooth, curving column of her throat. Then he stepped back and shucked his jacket, pulled his shirt off over his head. She reached out for him, hungry for bare skin and more contact. Her hands tightened themselves against his shoulders.
This would be torture, he knew it would, but he would endure because this was only the first step, and because he knew that after this, she would not be able to deny him. She would know – and the knowing would make her his. His. Ours.
Their awareness was humming inside him, their hands his hands, and he knew it was time to touch her now. He slipped one hand past the narrow elastic of her panties and felt dampness, then more than dampness as he pressed his finger past the soft lips of her sex and against her clit.
Luca heard Anna’s sudden, indrawn breath with a growing smile.
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