Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf

er her face, her neck, her body, with a naked hunger that made Cora feel l

arge, very attached penis belonging to a man who had just been a wo

e gasped out, he

as firm but not painful. He pulled her hands away fro

is voice was deep, a gravelly r

contrast between his rough skin and her softness sent a jolt of electrici

en moved up to her neck. He turned her hand over, inspecting her forearm, then the

nt expression that transformed his face fr

glish was accented, the words clipp

in struggling to catch up.

question. He just kep

k. I was hiking in Yosemite, and I got lost, and then that thing atta

He repeated the word like it was fo

ed up at the sky, hoping for some sign of c

inger

sun. Hanging in the sky, side by side, were two moons. One was a deep, blood red

is time it wasn't dizzines

ible. Two moons

. Her breathing hitched, turning into short, sharp gasps.

d, the truth hitting her like a

the smell of her fear. It was sour and

under her knees, the other around her back.

gainst his pectorals. They were like

n and inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. A low rumble

muttered. "

mething uniquely male, something that made her heart race even fa

she

her knee. The movement h

s snapping down to her leg. The scrapes from her fall

s vanished, replaced by a terrifying

y ground. His large hand wrapped a

" Cora tried to pull

e lowered his hea

tongue, pink and slightly rough, extended a

't entirely painful. It was... electric. Warm. The burning p

ting! Stop licking me! It's covered in mud! You're going t

still. He licked the wound one more time, s

ark, the blue almost swallowed by the black of his pu

e said, his voice a low