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lapping at more and more of her skin. She felt wonderful, at peace…and yet not quite complete. But looking up at the waxing moon, she knew that it would come soon.
    Then she turned to see her wolf had caught up with her, standing silently in the shadows of the trees. Watching her, waiting for her. She went to him.
    Dropping to her knees as soon as she was back on the shore she opened her arms to embrace him and buried her hands in his fur. God, the cool, silky touch of it. The wolf stepped into her, making her lose her balance so that she fell onto her back. Looking up at him, she saw a wicked smile in his all too intelligent and familiar golden eyes. Dipping his head he licked at her cheek and she started to laugh. His tongue was warm, a little rough, and felt almost human to her.
    She lay back, closing her eyes and felt him move lower, still sniffing her neck. When he licked her collarbone , she looked down her body. It wasn’t the wolf kneeling above her, but the man. The man of her dreams.
    He was naked, bathed in silvery moonlight that shadowed his face, but she saw the desire burning hot in his eyes. Her laughter died as his head dropped once more and his tongue awoke another kind of thrill in her veins. As if sensing it, he continued. His tongue slowly tracing her collarbone. Leaving delicious fire in his wake, that shot to her sex. When he lapped at her breast, she moaned. Heat and lust blossoming in her lower belly, making it clench as his teeth scraped her hardening nipple. Her blood sang, and wetness pooled between her legs. It felt so good, she closed her eyes.
    He took his time lavishing her other breast. She needed more. Her thighs fell open, and the cool night breeze kissing her clit drove her crazy.
    Sensing her mounting need he licked his way along her stomach until finally reaching the apex of her thighs. Then his hot tongue was on her. Lapping at her, delving between her wet lips, his teeth scraping the nub that had become the center of her being.
    “Look at me.”
    She did. Never taking his eyes off her he slipped his hand between her thighs, running his fingers slowly along the seam of her sex. Pure torture, pure bliss. Her hips jerked. Dipping his head he blew over her, making her whimper in anticipation. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue grazing her clit.
    “Oh god,” she moaned, running a hand through his soft hair, pressing him to where she needed him.
    A long finger slipped inside of her and her muscles gripped it, eager for more.
    “ Mhmm, so tight and wet. Let’s see how much you can take.”
    Yes!
    Another finger joined and another, and then he began finger-fucking her in honest. His fingers were like magic, taking her ever higher. He toyed with her, expertly, always pulling back when she was close. Teasing and tormenting her. So close to that blissful abyss but never reaching it. She needed. More.
    “I need you. I need your cock in side of me.” She needed to be filled. Wanted to feel complete. Filled and deliciously stretched.
    “Soon,” he promised, his husky voice rumbling against her.
    His other hand caressed her inner thigh before moving down, a finger circling her anus, spreading her freely running juices there and slipping inside. She arched up, crying out at the new and intense sensations bombarding her. Oh God, the feelings were too much for her. Like he had done with her pussy he didn’t leave it at that. More fingers joined, thrusting in and out. He was using both of his hands now. Three fingers in each of her holes, stretching her. She could feel his fingers touch through the thin membrane separating them.
    She was crazy with lust. Her body burning from the inside out and reaching for the sweet release, but not quite there. It was heaven and hell and she didn’t want to leave, hoping she could float in this state of tortured ecstasy forever.
    “Look at me.”
    His silver eyes, filled with pure male satisfaction and dark with desire flicked towards her, holding her