Rane’s Mate(45)

“God, I love your lips, I want your lips wrapped around one of my nipples or on my pussy.” She moaned and moved up and down his cock. He groaned as she continued. “Mmm, I don’t know what I want, your cock makes me so full, but when you put your mouth on me…ahhh, ohhhh.”

Rane closed his eyes, fighting his wolf like he’d never had to in all his life. He needed her to trust and love him. Rane didn’t want his little red to wake up later, angry with him, and leave him when she came to her senses.

Grabbing Kirby to still her, he ground out, “Listen, because I am on my last thread of control.” He reached up and held her head down to his so their eyes met. “Kirby, if we have sex right now, you will get pregnant and have a baby in seven months. Do you understand?”

She seemed to come back to him for a moment. “Seven months? A baby takes nine.”

“When I bit you, and from our first exchange of body fluids, I made you part werewolf. Remember I told you about the extra strength, healing faster, living longer, and so forth? Another difference is that the baby bakes faster, six months for full werewolves, and seven for humans. Also, you’ll go into heat, like you are now. As much as I’m dying to have you, I don’t want you angry with me if you don’t want to have children now.”

Moving her head, she kissed his hand as she said, “I never thought I would be lucky enough to have a man like you to have children with.”

She started moving up and down his dick again, moaning. Kirby bit his hand, and he had to count to fifty with his eyes shut. She was gorgeous, her head was thrown back, her back arched, and her breasts pointed toward him in offering as she moved up and down.

When he opened his eyes it was to lust filled brown ones staring at him, and her mouth hovered over him as she purred, “Mmm, I want to have your children. I would be honored to have a child with you. Do you want to have a child now, Rane, or do you want to wait? I…ah, oh, ah.”

He roared with joy and happiness. She leaned forward to his shoulder and bit so hard he knew she drew blood. She writhed on top of him, coming around his cock.

He flipped her over so she was on all fours. She fought back for the dominant place. He spread her legs as far apart as they would go and smacked her curvaceous, round bottom. Then he leaned down and licked her from clit to pussy, lapping up her juices. “Ah, little red, you taste even better than you smell.”

She mewled and pushed her pussy back against his face, demanding more. “Suck me harder, Rane. Come on, I need… Oh, just fuck me, fuck me.”

Rane smacked her arse again and growled against her pussy. “No moving.”

She shivered as he added a finger to her pussy whilst he sucked her clit. Kirby screamed her orgasm out as he added another finger and gave her clit a gentle nip.

Moving up her body, Rane blanketed her back, which held her more securely in place. He positioned his dick at her pussy opening and slammed home. She screamed out his name chanting, “Oh, yes! More, harder, Raannee.”

He moved one of his hands around and played with her plump, jiggling breast. Shutting his eyes, he concentrated on the feel of her satin smooth skin and moved his other hand so he could explore her perfect, lush body. Her back arched. She shivered and writhed, pushing her body back against him.

He moved one hand back to support her, and she picked her pace up, pushing back on his dick, yelling, “I need to come. Rane, harder, make me come.”

Kirby taunted him, and started fighting again for dominance. So she’d had enough of Mr. Nice, Gentle Guy. He growled and gave her what she wanted, pulling almost all the way out, then launching into her at the same time as he bit down on her shoulder to hold her in place.

She screamed in pleasure. “Yes, yes, that’s it, I’m going to… Oh, Rane, I’m going to… Rane.”

Her pussy muscles squeezed the life out of his cock. He pinched her clit and gently stroked it whilst she came. He roared his own release as he slammed home twice more. She bit his hand when the base of his dick swelled.

He moved them to the side to snuggle, and she rested her head against his chest and mumbled, “I love my werewolf.”

He froze, wishing he could see her face. Scared that he had imagined it, hoping this time she said it she wasn’t in heat and meant it. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, debating whether he should ask her if she meant it.

Sighing, he leaned down and kissed her neck, whispering, “You okay, little red?”

“Mmm, soooo good. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”

He chuckled and kissed her neck again. Noticing her breathing had slowed, he moved himself so he could get a better look at her face, only to see she was fast asleep.