Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

wolf inside growing impatient. “I can stop now or I can stop when I’ve finished with you. I can’t guarantee I can stop in the middle, honey, so make your choice now.”
    His cock twitched against her tissues and her entire body shuddered. “No, don’t stop. I want you this way.”
    She pressed back against him with such ferocity that his head disappeared through the tight ring. Her little virgin hole squeezed him. She cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Using all his willpower, he refrained from moving.
    Her back arched and her body bucked, driving him deeper into her heat. “Soren, I need more. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    Sweat beaded his brow and ran down his spine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She reared up, pressing her back to his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. “It pinches and burns a bit, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels fucking wonderful and I think I’m going to come really fast. Please don’t stop.”
    Soren rolled his hips, driving his shaft into her completely. She arched, pressing her ass closer to beg for more. He ran his hands up the front of her body. “I’m all in, honey.”
    Her hard nipples poked into his palms. He moved so that they grazed his wrists and arms. The little pebbled peaks created hot paths along his skin and soothed the beast inside that demanded he ride her ass fast and hard.
    While he amused himself with her breasts, her hand slipped down to play with her clit. Soren groaned and wished for a mirror so he could watch her masturbate while he pumped his cock into her sweet, tender ass. He pushed her forward until her upper body rested against the sheet. One hand stayed on her clit.
    “That’s it, Riley, keep doing that.”
    He withdrew until his mushroom tip pressed outward against her sphincter. Hesitating only a second, he plunged his full length into her. Between her legs, her hand worked faster. Finally, he surrendered to the instinct that drove him to claim this woman. He pounded into her. Each thrust elicited a high-pitched shriek of pleasure, a sound he found strangely addictive.
    She came hard. The muscles of her vagina contracted, pulsing through her rectum, ass, and thighs. Unable to survive such an onslaught, Soren came. His balls drew up and hot semen shot from his tip. Though he wanted to keep pumping into her, the need to mark her triumphed. He withdrew midway through his orgasm to spray his ejaculate over the delicate skin of her back.
    Her legs gave out, and he pulled her knees down so that she wouldn’t injure herself from landing in an awkward position. Now she belonged completely to him. He would care for her in all ways.

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    Riley had never felt so thoroughly used and sated in her life. Her sister had commented on a werewolf’s stamina several times, but until this moment, Riley hadn’t understood exactly what that meant. Now she understood the dark circles that often appeared under her sister’s eyes. If this intense lovemaking were to happen regularly, Riley doubted she would ever have the energy to get out of bed.
    The mattress dipped as Soren shifted and rolled from bed. She closed her eyes, too tired to care that his semen coated her back and dripped from her ass and pussy. A nap, she promised herself. First, a nap. Then she’d shower away all the body fluids.
    A warm cloth roused her a bit. Soren wiped away evidence of his orgasm from her back. He left and returned several times. Each time, the cloth was a bit cooler. He rolled her over and spread her legs to clean her there. She had been about to protest the temperature of the cloth, but she found her swollen and hot tissues appreciated the coolness.
    “You don’t have to do that.” Her voice came out soft and slurred. Enunciating wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
    Soren pierced her with that teal gaze of his. “You’re mine, Riley. Mine to love. Mine to care for. The scent of my claiming will be evident to any wolf who thinks to make you