out, fiery heat sizzling over his flesh. Cock stretched his hole, filling him…completing him. Calan bent at the elbows, driving the man’s dick deeper into his ass. A groan echoed though the trees as he pulled back, then slammed into Calan’s heat again. His cock grazed Calan’s prostrate. Calan shuddered. His fingers clawed at the ground. Muscles in his ass flexed and contracted against the solid length driving in and out of his hole.
Caressing his inner walls, the stranger’s thick shaft crammed into him. Calan tried to hold him in, to keep the man’s cock buried deep. The man grunted, slamming harder. Calan braced his body, taking the punishing thrusts and rearing back for more. The possession was complete, animalistic and raw. Faster. Driven.
The pleasure intensified, the cock in his ass spearing his hole with steely strength and growing longer. The crown swelled, heated, seeking the spot to make Calan come. The man shortened his thrusts but he drilled harder and deeper.
Calan held his upper body with one arm, reached between his legs and banded his fingers around his dick. With a single stroke, he cried out as he convulsed. Shards of pleasure fractured through his body. Fire shafted his cock and hot cream jetted from the slit. Thick spurts splashed the ground. He cupped the head, catching another pulsing jet. Slicking his hand, he coating his cock, and intensified his orgasm. Another wave of release rushed through him. The fierce fucking of his ass continued. For tonight he was this man’s mate, made for him and his to command.
The stranger gripped Calan’s elbows, held tight, jerked hard, and drilled harder into him. Calan’s face plowed into the soft cool ground. His thighs trembled. With bruising strength, he wrenched Calan’s arms behind his back, dominating him…because that’s what he needed.
Pain streaked through his shoulders. Calan’s pleasure surged higher. “More,” he whispered, almost afraid to use words. He wanted to come again, but it wasn’t his place to demand. The black wolf controlled their pleasure. He was Alpha. And the reason Calan would make a terrible mate. Because one day instinct would drive them apart and surely as instinct was what drove them together.
The wolf held Calan’s arms with his strong hands, his fingers curled around Calan’s wrists like manacles. The black wolf’s feral grunts increased his power. He was close to coming. In six weeks, Calan had learned to recognize the signs of the black’s body. They’d continued to meet, fucking during the night and fleeing before dawn.
With a shout, he body tensed, his cock lodged deep in Calan’s ass, locked together in mating and he erupted. The warm rush of his seed scorched Calan’s insides. A howl shattered the night as the wolf claimed his pleasure. Calan crested again, holding him tightly within, milking his cock with fluttering pulses.
The man released Calan’s arms and molded his chest to Calan’s back. Heavy gasps racked his body. His lips feathered across Calan’s sweat-dampened flesh. Words were never spoken, nor was there coupling after copulation. Calan didn’t want tenderness, didn’t want emotion to spoil the moment. Sex—feeding the needs of the beast that dwelled within him. That’s all there could be.
More tender kisses whispered over his shoulder. Calan shivered.
“Are you cold?” The man’s large warm palm trailed over Calan’s arm.
Calan froze, the words a dark seductive whisper. This was the black wolf’s first attempt at conversation…the first words spoken that weren’t one word grunts…and by a familiar voice. His heartbeat became a rampant tattoo, telling him to flee, to run.
“No,” he said on a breath. Calan didn’t want this. Didn’t want to know him. Their encounters were only to meet each other’s needs. Calan didn’t want to know the black wolf, didn’t want to care for him. But he knew the voice, knew the
Caressing his inner walls, the stranger’s thick shaft crammed into him. Calan tried to hold him in, to keep the man’s cock buried deep. The man grunted, slamming harder. Calan braced his body, taking the punishing thrusts and rearing back for more. The possession was complete, animalistic and raw. Faster. Driven.
The pleasure intensified, the cock in his ass spearing his hole with steely strength and growing longer. The crown swelled, heated, seeking the spot to make Calan come. The man shortened his thrusts but he drilled harder and deeper.
Calan held his upper body with one arm, reached between his legs and banded his fingers around his dick. With a single stroke, he cried out as he convulsed. Shards of pleasure fractured through his body. Fire shafted his cock and hot cream jetted from the slit. Thick spurts splashed the ground. He cupped the head, catching another pulsing jet. Slicking his hand, he coating his cock, and intensified his orgasm. Another wave of release rushed through him. The fierce fucking of his ass continued. For tonight he was this man’s mate, made for him and his to command.
The stranger gripped Calan’s elbows, held tight, jerked hard, and drilled harder into him. Calan’s face plowed into the soft cool ground. His thighs trembled. With bruising strength, he wrenched Calan’s arms behind his back, dominating him…because that’s what he needed.
Pain streaked through his shoulders. Calan’s pleasure surged higher. “More,” he whispered, almost afraid to use words. He wanted to come again, but it wasn’t his place to demand. The black wolf controlled their pleasure. He was Alpha. And the reason Calan would make a terrible mate. Because one day instinct would drive them apart and surely as instinct was what drove them together.
The wolf held Calan’s arms with his strong hands, his fingers curled around Calan’s wrists like manacles. The black wolf’s feral grunts increased his power. He was close to coming. In six weeks, Calan had learned to recognize the signs of the black’s body. They’d continued to meet, fucking during the night and fleeing before dawn.
With a shout, he body tensed, his cock lodged deep in Calan’s ass, locked together in mating and he erupted. The warm rush of his seed scorched Calan’s insides. A howl shattered the night as the wolf claimed his pleasure. Calan crested again, holding him tightly within, milking his cock with fluttering pulses.
The man released Calan’s arms and molded his chest to Calan’s back. Heavy gasps racked his body. His lips feathered across Calan’s sweat-dampened flesh. Words were never spoken, nor was there coupling after copulation. Calan didn’t want tenderness, didn’t want emotion to spoil the moment. Sex—feeding the needs of the beast that dwelled within him. That’s all there could be.
More tender kisses whispered over his shoulder. Calan shivered.
“Are you cold?” The man’s large warm palm trailed over Calan’s arm.
Calan froze, the words a dark seductive whisper. This was the black wolf’s first attempt at conversation…the first words spoken that weren’t one word grunts…and by a familiar voice. His heartbeat became a rampant tattoo, telling him to flee, to run.
“No,” he said on a breath. Calan didn’t want this. Didn’t want to know him. Their encounters were only to meet each other’s needs. Calan didn’t want to know the black wolf, didn’t want to care for him. But he knew the voice, knew the
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