Wolf Cabin (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I cannot believe I have said those words, and yet I meant every one.

I ran to do these dishes to get away from the heavy tension that had hung in the air, away from Hunter’s knowing smile and Uncle Logan’s eyes stripping me bare. And now here I am with him, practically naked, begging him to fuck me.

My heart pounds so hard. The big man behind me is cupping my ass cheeks. He lifts me up until I am bent over the sink. Panic and elation rush through me. Anyone could walk in, but I want this so badly. My second dick of the night. My second werewolf of the night.

Something has come over me that makes me feel wild and free. A little slut with her legs parted for a big bad man. So wanton, so daring. This really is about to happen. I’m going to be fucked by an alpha.

I close my eyes and feel him prodding at my opening. ‘Oh!” I gasp. “Ah!”

He is so tall that he has to bend his knees to line his thick penis up with my clean-shaven slit. I hope my pussy is the prettiest he’s ever seen. Prettier than any of the countless she-wolves I know this big man has fucked.

Unlike Hunter he does not tease me. He presses his big knob against my little hole and pushes in.

I gasp at the size of him.

“Ungh. Slowly please,” I beg, reveling in the sensation of his massive shaft stretching me wide. I pant like a bitch in heat, my tits quivering as my pussy struggles to take him in.

“Oh God, you’re so big. Oh, you’re stretching me wide open.”

I don’t know if it is the position or his size that is making he feel so stretched. I gasp and pant, understanding now why he let Hunter have me first. Hunter has stretched me a little, but not enough. If Uncle Logan had gone first then it would have been too much.

I don’t feel his balls slap against my pussy lips because he doesn’t get fully in before he pulls out a bit. He grips my hips and begins to fuck me, going deeper with each thrust. Instantly I am squealing and moaning, unable to keep silent. I grip the sink hard, bracing myself against his thrusts, helpless.

I like it. I like him being in control. I like spreading my legs for his rampant cock. I like the grunting growling sounds he is making behind me. I like how my tits are shaking and each thrust is making my nipples twinge in delight.

If I wasn’t so worried about the boys in the next room then I would be screaming. But I can’t let Brandon hear. If my mom or dad ever found out they’d both be furious and disgusted.

Bad enough I am fucking my boyfriend’s uncle, but that he is a werewolf? They’d be horrified. Mixing with werewolves is okay if you’re a celebrity, but for everyday people like us there is still a hint of stigma.

An alpha werewolf is fucking my pussy. This is pretty much the worst I could do in my parents’ eyes.

“You like that baby? Did Hunter warn you about the hard fuck that was coming your way?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “But I thought he was talking about himself.”

“Hell, no. He knew I was coming for you.”

“How did you know I wanted you?” I pant.

“I saw it the second you laid eyes on me. You thought you could hide it?”

“Oh God, I did. I wanted this so bad,” I keen.

“Fuck, I can feel your tight little hole straining against my big dick. You like it baby?”

I can only nod my head. I am stretched so tightly there is only one way I can cope. I slip one hand between by pussy lips and rub my clit frantically in time to his hard thrusts.

The sensation of his pounding and the friction from my rubbing overwhelms me, making me wet and sloppy enough for the whole of him to get inside me.

The feeling of his big balls slapping against my pussy lips tips me over the edge. I have to stuff my fist into my mouth to hold my scream in.

After we have both come, I turn around to face him. My heart rockets in my chest at the sight of his satisfied smile.

I tip my head up towards him, hoping for his kiss. I want his mouth on mine. I want his tenderness. To feel cared for, to be taken into his arms.

He drags his thumb over my lips instead and tells me he is planning on fucking me all week.

I nod, exhausted.