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    Brolach swept the seam of her lips with his tongue, then pushed inside. The taste of her ramped up his desire. He took hold of her waist, lifted her and positioned her so she straddled his lap, facing him. She let out a quiet moan as her pant-clad pussy came down on top his hard cock.
    He rocked up into her, his werewolf mating urge demanding he take her. His vampire side wanted to sink his fangs into her as he sheathed his shaft deep inside her. He wanted her, and he’d have her. She seemed more than willing. She ground herself against his erection, mewling her pleasure into his mouth.
    Brolach skimmed his hands around to her front and pushed them up inside her shirt. He found her breasts and cupped them through the undergarment she wore, thumbing her taut nipples. Waverly sucked on his tongue and arched her back to press her chest harder against him.
    She lifted her head, breaking contact with his mouth, and looked at him. Her eyes were dilated with arousal. “More,” she said. “I need you to touch me more.”
    His fangs dropped as his desire grew. “I’ll give you as much as you want.”
    Waverly reached for the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off. She tossed it over the side of the bed. Next, she reached behind her back and did something that undid the garment that covered her breasts. That too ended up on the floor.
    Brolach gazed at what Waverly had uncovered. The mounds were more than a handful and were tipped with pink nipples. He leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue across one. She sank her hands into the sides of his hair and held him against her. He didn’t need any further encouragement.
    He opened his mouth and took a taut nipple inside. She gasped and rubbed her pussy against his cock. He gently bit down on the tight peak, and carefully ran the tip of his fang along it before he sucked on it hard. He palmed her other breast, stroking his thumb back and forth.
    The scent of Waverly’s arousal filled his nose with each breath he took. His cock grew even harder and strained against the front of his pants. Brolach released her and took off his shirt before he reached for the material at her waist. It had the same type of fasteners like the other pants she’d worn. He gripped the waistband and would have ripped them open, but she stopped him by pushing his hands away.
    “You’re not going rip another pair of my jeans beyond repair,” she said. “I’ll show you how to get them off the right way. Watch and learn.” Once he set his gaze at her hands, she pushed the metal disc through the material. “You undo the button.” She grasped a small tab just under the button and pulled down, opening the jeans as little teeth separated. “And unzip the zipper. Now they can be removed.”
    Brolach took hold of the loosened waistband and tugged it down Waverly’s hips. She rose on her knees and helped him push her jeans past her bottom and then off each leg. She tossed them aside.
    He touched the silky material of the garment that covered her pussy, the only thing keeping her from being completely naked. “What do you call this?” he asked in a husky voice as he trailed a finger along the top of them.
    “They’re my panties or underwear.”
    “And what you wore over your breasts?”
    “That was a bra.”
    “I have to say I like them.”
    Waverly smiled. “Most men do.”
    “I think I’d like to see you without your panties right now.”
    “That’s doable.” She made short work of removing them. “Now you seem a little over dressed with your sweatpants on. They need to go.”
    Brolach was quick to push down his remaining clothing. His cock sprang free as he tugged the pants down his legs. A bead of pre-cum sat on the very tip. As he tossed the garment away, Waverly used a finger to rub the moisture into his skin. A growl rumbled out of him. Her touch would easily bring him to his knees if he’d been standing.
    He wrapped his hand around the