Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM (Werewolf New Adult BDSM Romance. Bad Boys of BDSM.) by Leigh Foxlee Page A
Authors: Leigh Foxlee
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straight to my groin and I grow wetter. Hands explore my ribs, lovingly tracing each curve. Fingers sweep over my belly and massage my hips, molding to their contours to hold me still as he explores me. His tongue tastes the valley between my ribs. Teeth pluck at the skin around my belly button until I writhe under this torment. Liquid heat fills my belly button when his tongue dips inside and probes. The more he touches me, the more I feel as if I’m floating in an altered state of consciousness.
He spreads my legs and a thumb strokes up and down my slick labia, making my sex all the more aware and sensitive. I bite my lip as my eyes flutter closed and I swim in this delicious stimuli. His fingers part my folds and his tongue laves between them, tasting my juices and filling me up with more of his healing touch. The wet tip teases my opening, poking in and out, lapping at my opening until I clench around it, begging him for more.
Finally it sweeps over my clit and I sigh as a flood of bliss ripples through me. He flicks it rapidly over the swelling bud and I moan. My bound hands twist behind me, wishing I could touch him. The ache in my shoulder is only ghost pain now.
He slips a finger inside my pussy and curls it, exciting my g-spot with languid strokes. My hips rise up and down in a rhythm that matches his caresses. I float higher, farther into this glorious state he has taken me to as my body mends.
His tongue works in time with his finger fucking, making my pleasure build and build until it bursts and showers me with release. The first orgasm is small but intense. I tremble and something moves deep inside me. Something primal. Euphoria is washed away by spasms of raw pain as I enter the first stage of my transformation. My face begins to morph and it feels as if this skin rips apart.
Screaming, I open my eyes to find hair sprouting from my stomach. Flesh bubbles as the change continues. I’m sure my every cell will explode if this keeps up. Claws tear through my hands and feet as Noah watches me with an expression that shows both concern and surprise.
He pushes my shoulders back to the ground after I struggle to sit up, subduing me and the beast that stirs in my mutating genes. Now he sucks my clit deep into his mouth, flitting his tongue back and forth over it until I let out a cry that almost sounds like a howl. The tiny bead of nerve endings is ultra-sensitive after the first climax, and I fist my hands in the ropes, digging up the dirt with my talons.
His lips move to my inner thighs, raining gentle kisses across them. I thrash now as the transformation continues, mingling with my pleasure and my healing. He bites me just above the knee to shock me into stillness. I whimper and am subdued, but only temporarily. So he lets the emotions, the desire, bring the change on him, too. His eyes glow yellow as he looks up from between my legs. His face and teeth begin alter, and long claws dig into my hips once again to hold me still.
Suffering sears through me, but in the flood of lust and metamorphosis it becomes remote once more. My nerves have probably burned out from the agony. But as ecstasy begins to return, I rethink that theory, and I’m thankful the intense pain is replaced by pleasure.
One clawed hand moves to my belly and he uses this to hold me while his thumb brushes back and forth over my clit again, trying to bring me to another orgasm as his energy continues to reknit my flesh. His lips trail back to my cunt, and his teeth tug on my labia before his tongue once more traces up my wet seam. He fucks me with it until I growl and sit up, on the cusp of another climax. The beast inside grows harder to control. A sensation like I’m watching myself, becoming a passenger in my own body, takes over.
I snarl and try to sit up again. When he moves over top of me, brings his face close to mine, I try and bite him.
“Control it, Merry.” His guttural voice soothes me. “Don’t let it control
He spreads my legs and a thumb strokes up and down my slick labia, making my sex all the more aware and sensitive. I bite my lip as my eyes flutter closed and I swim in this delicious stimuli. His fingers part my folds and his tongue laves between them, tasting my juices and filling me up with more of his healing touch. The wet tip teases my opening, poking in and out, lapping at my opening until I clench around it, begging him for more.
Finally it sweeps over my clit and I sigh as a flood of bliss ripples through me. He flicks it rapidly over the swelling bud and I moan. My bound hands twist behind me, wishing I could touch him. The ache in my shoulder is only ghost pain now.
He slips a finger inside my pussy and curls it, exciting my g-spot with languid strokes. My hips rise up and down in a rhythm that matches his caresses. I float higher, farther into this glorious state he has taken me to as my body mends.
His tongue works in time with his finger fucking, making my pleasure build and build until it bursts and showers me with release. The first orgasm is small but intense. I tremble and something moves deep inside me. Something primal. Euphoria is washed away by spasms of raw pain as I enter the first stage of my transformation. My face begins to morph and it feels as if this skin rips apart.
Screaming, I open my eyes to find hair sprouting from my stomach. Flesh bubbles as the change continues. I’m sure my every cell will explode if this keeps up. Claws tear through my hands and feet as Noah watches me with an expression that shows both concern and surprise.
He pushes my shoulders back to the ground after I struggle to sit up, subduing me and the beast that stirs in my mutating genes. Now he sucks my clit deep into his mouth, flitting his tongue back and forth over it until I let out a cry that almost sounds like a howl. The tiny bead of nerve endings is ultra-sensitive after the first climax, and I fist my hands in the ropes, digging up the dirt with my talons.
His lips move to my inner thighs, raining gentle kisses across them. I thrash now as the transformation continues, mingling with my pleasure and my healing. He bites me just above the knee to shock me into stillness. I whimper and am subdued, but only temporarily. So he lets the emotions, the desire, bring the change on him, too. His eyes glow yellow as he looks up from between my legs. His face and teeth begin alter, and long claws dig into my hips once again to hold me still.
Suffering sears through me, but in the flood of lust and metamorphosis it becomes remote once more. My nerves have probably burned out from the agony. But as ecstasy begins to return, I rethink that theory, and I’m thankful the intense pain is replaced by pleasure.
One clawed hand moves to my belly and he uses this to hold me while his thumb brushes back and forth over my clit again, trying to bring me to another orgasm as his energy continues to reknit my flesh. His lips trail back to my cunt, and his teeth tug on my labia before his tongue once more traces up my wet seam. He fucks me with it until I growl and sit up, on the cusp of another climax. The beast inside grows harder to control. A sensation like I’m watching myself, becoming a passenger in my own body, takes over.
I snarl and try to sit up again. When he moves over top of me, brings his face close to mine, I try and bite him.
“Control it, Merry.” His guttural voice soothes me. “Don’t let it control
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