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  Dangerous

  Silvia Violet

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  Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet

  ISBN: 978-1-60521-901-1

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  Dangerous

  Silvia Violet

  A woman indulges her need to live on the edge when she tempts a werewolf on the night of the full moon. He’s barely in control of the need to shift and completely in control of her. Will he rip out her throat? Or give her the best sex she’s ever had?

  Dangerous

  His massive cock drives into me again and again, stretching me nearly to the point of pain. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, but my body doesn’t care. My inner muscles squeeze him, hoping to hold him deep inside. My hips rush up to meet his every stroke. I bite my lip to keep from screaming in pure pleasure. I’ve never been filled like this, taken like this. He really is a fucking animal.

  He sits back on his heels and drags me up over his muscle-hardened thighs, never letting his thick rod lose contact with my soaking pussy. My back bows as my body longs to be thoroughly filled again. He slides his arms under me and pulls me up until I’m sitting astride him, riding him. He stretches me to the limit. So. Damn. Good.

  He grips my hips and shoves me down hard. His cock brushes my cervix, and I gasp. Then he’s lifting me and slamming me down over and over, his pace fast and rough. I struggle to breathe, to do anything but hold on and feel. With each stroke, my clit rubs across his hair-roughened belly, feeling so good it almost hurts.

  I arch my back and draw his head to my breasts. He seizes a nipple, licking and sucking, tormenting it until I’m not sure if I want to pull away or hold him closer. Then he bites, his sharp teeth nearly breaking the skin. I cry out, the pain only making the pleasure more intense.

  “More,” I shout hoarsely.

  He growls in response, taking his hands from my hips and palming both my breasts, flicking his thumbs mercilessly across my nipples while his lips and teeth explore my collar bone. I grind myself against him, twisting my hips, desperate to take his cock as deep as it will go.

  His teeth scrape along my neck as he pinches my nipples hard. I drop my head back, giving him the access he wants, submitting to his dominance. He bites harder, and a frisson of fear runs through me. Would he bite for real? If he shifted now, he’d rip out my throat.

  Instead, he runs his tongue up and down the corded muscle of my neck in time to his thrusts. I forget to be afraid. I’m going to come any second. So is he, based on the way he’s snarling and growling with each stroke. I want to push him over the edge with me. I struggle to find the power of speech. But I can’t. I’m falling, dying. Screams I can no longer contain burst from me.

  I buck wildly against him as my orgasm crashes over me. My pussy spasms against his cock again and again, I wonder if the spiral of pleasure will ever end.

  His fingers dig into my hips, holding me against him. I struggle, though I’m not sure why. He pins me in place as he roars, shoving himself even deeper into me. His hot spunk spurts inside me again and again. He snarls and growls as he bucks against me. Finally, his climax ends. He lifts me off his cock and sits me on the bed beside him.

  “I need to taste you.” His voice is low, rough, almost a growl.

  I’m about to be eaten by a wolf. I should be scared. Instead I lie back and spread my legs, not sure I’ll ever get enough of him.

  His mouth captures my clit, sucking viciously. I cry out, still achingly sensitive from my climax, but he shows no mercy. He sucks and licks and nips until I’m panting, crying from pain and pleasure. They run together in my mind. My body is blazing with sensation. I reach for his head, eager to hold him against me.

  “Hands above your head,” he snaps.

  Reluctantly, I let him go. I want to force him to keep eating me, but I want to be at his mercy even more. My body shakes with the desire to surrender to his insatiable need. I raise my hands above my head; grip the sheet so hard I fear I’ll rip it.

  His hands clasp my thighs, pulling them even farther apart. His tongue stabs at my pussy, fucking me with hard, sharp strokes. I buck against him, desperate for more. I want to be filled again. Then he moves his tempting tongue lower, circling my asshole.

  I gasp and squirm against his mouth, overcome by the dark eroticism of his actions. His hands spread my cheeks wide so his tongue can lap, tease, explore. Then his tongue pushes inside me, stretching me just enough to make me cry out. I work my hips, desperate to drive him deeper. He’s making me insane. “Please.” My voice comes out as a whimper.

  He laughs against me and the vibrations of his voice tease my skin. I want to obey him, but I need to come again. Right now. “Not enough. Need your cock.”

  He nips my ass cheek. “Here?” He growls.

  “Yes!” What was I saying? His cock is almost too big for my pussy. It will hurt like hell to have it rammed up my ass, but I want it. I want the pain. I want him to shove himself in hard and deep and make me need, make me beg.

  His grip on my thighs tightens until he’s cutting into my flesh. Oh fuck, he’s grown claws.

  He lets me go suddenly and sits back. I feel the imprint of his hands on my thighs and the sting of claw pricks. My ass tingles as if his tongue is still there, and my clit aches. Fear only makes me hotter.

  He bends double, grimacing as if he’s in pain. “Go! Can’t control it.” His voice is rough, distorted.

  I glance outside at the full moon. She’s riding way over the horizon now. I’m flirting with danger, with death. But I can’t make myself go. I want more. I want to see him lose control.

  He growls. When he looks at me, his eyes have turned wolfish, and I can see his fangs. I scoot back, but he stalks me on his hands and knees until he’s looming over me. My heart pounds, and my hands shake. Fresh cream rushes to my pussy.

  He caresses my belly, letting me feel his claws without cutting me. “Do you realize what I could do to such tender flesh when I’m in wolf form?”

  I nod, dragging in a trembling breath.

  He slides a single claw between my breasts, scratching hard enough to draw blood. The sm
all sting only intensifies my arousal. I raise my hips, brushing my clit against his cock, which is hard once again and even larger in his half wolf form.

  He leans down and swipes his tongue across the line of red droplets he’s made. “Mmmm!” He groans. “My wolf wants more. Do you really want to tempt him?”

  God help me I did. “Can you stay in this form?”

  He growls, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Not for long.”

  My heart thunders against my ribs as I stare into his wolfish eyes. It would be insane to stay. But my pussy aches for more. I need to feel him inside me again. I’ve always been turned on by fear, but I’ve never pushed it quite this far. I don’t want to die. And yet, something in me has to ride this to the very edge.

  He snarls. “Run now or I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, and I won’t promise not to use my claws and fangs to keep you right where I want you.”

  Dear God, that’s exactly what I want. I smile and arch up, sliding my belly against his clawed hand. “I’m not running.”

  He presses me flat to the bed with his hand. If I move or even breathe deeply, his claws will cut me. His other hand closes around my left wrist and pulls my hand toward his mouth. My heart pounds. What is he doing?

  He laps at my wrist and then my palm with slow broad swipes of his tongue as if he’s bathing me. It’s damn erotic. I feel each lick all the way to my core. But I can’t help worrying that he’s toying with me. I thought he’d take me hard and fast. He can’t have much control left.

  His fangs brush my wrist and I gasp. He growls deep in his chest, the sound fully animal. I tense, waiting for his bite. Instead, he gives a hard lick and then draws my index finger into his mouth, lapping and sucking on it just like he did my clit. The pull of his hot mouth sends desire racing through my body. My inner muscles clench over and over again, begging for his cock.

  I moan and fight the urge to move. I want to buck and writhe and beg him to fuck me, but I’m scared to move or even speak. Anything could push him over the edge. That knowledge only makes me hotter.

  I look up and his wolfish gaze locks with mine. He smiles around my fingers, then releases them. Holding my gaze, he licks my wrist again, then runs his tongue up and down my inner arm, letting me feel his fangs but never breaking the skin. His tongue drags back and forth over the pulse point at the bend of my arm.

  It’s so hot, so good. I feel like he’s licking my pussy. And I know he wants to bite, wants to eat me, but he’s holding back. I could come just from him licking my arm while I stare into his wolfish eyes.

  I can’t stay still anymore. I lift my hips, silently pleading for more, and he pushes me back down. His claws cut into my shoulders. I cry out as the stinging pain mixes with the pleasure of his tongue, which is suddenly licking my neck. “Please!”

  He laughs cruelly, the sound vibrating against my neck. “Don’t move!”

  I snarl. “Then fuck me like you promised.”

  “I like to toy with my prey.” His fangs scrape my neck. Pain sizzles along my skin and I feel a hot trickle of blood run down my neck. Fear threatens to choke me. He laps at the wound he’s made, groaning with each swipe of his tongue.

  When he’s cleaned my neck, his tongue travels over my collarbone. He nips and licks and sucks the soft flesh of my breast. I cry out when he draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and letting his fangs abrade the tender flesh.

  I writhe under him, no longer caring if his claws tear me up. The combination of fear and pain and hot, demanding pleasure is more than I can take. I need to be fucked, and I need it now.

  He shoves my hips down with both his hands and rubs his face across my belly, taking a long, deep breath. I feel him tremble. Oh fuck. He’s at the edge. He’s going to shift, and I’m going to die.

  But with one last long swipe of his tongue, he pushes away from me. His eyes are wide and thoroughly animal. “Turn over.” He barely gets the words out through harsh, shaky breaths.

  Part of my brain screams for me to run, but he would chase me and the hunt would break the last shred of control he has. I’m more likely to survive if I just fuck him. Even knowing how far gone he is, that’s exactly what I want.

  He shoves two fingers deep into my pussy, pistoning them in and out quickly. I push my hips back to take them even deeper, wanting so much more. Then he pulls out and presses a finger against my anus. “Open for me.” His voice is low and gravely.

  I tense. Oh, God no. He’s going to fuck my ass.

  He growls. “You asked for it. Now you’re going to get it.”

  No way his cock is going up my ass. It’s fucking huge. He’ll rip me apart. He pushes his finger past the tight band of muscle, and I moan, stretched just from this small invasion. “You can’t.”

  He adds a second finger and shoves in hard. I cry out, and he laughs. “I can do anything I want. You get off on pain and fear. If I can stay human long enough, I’m going to give you the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

  I whimper as he adds a third finger. He works me, stretching me with each push into my body until I’m rocking back against him, silently asking for more. I no longer know if it hurts or just feels good. I’m not sure I still have the ability to think rationally. I can only feel. My ass burns. My heart pounds against my chest. My clit aches, and my pussy clenches, crying to be filled.

  He pulls his fingers from my ass. “Don’t move.”

  I know better than to disobey, but I can’t resist twisting my head just enough to see what he’s doing. Thankfully, he’s lubing his cock. At least he isn’t going to shove that massive pole up my ass dry.

  His hands take my hips, claws sinking in to ensure I won’t get away. His cockhead presses against my ass. “You can either let me stuff your ass or get ripped up by my claws. Either way, I win.”

  Just how crazy am I? I’m wetter than I’ve ever been and I’m about to get ass fucked by a massively-endowed werewolf who’s just told me he’ll rip me open if I don’t submit. Why am I ready to beg him to do just that?

  He pushes forward, forcing the tip of his dick into me. It hurts like hell, even worse than I’d imagined. “Fuck!” I cry as he works more of himself into me.

  “Damn right!” He pulls out and pushes in deeper and harder. I scream and fight him. I can’t stop myself. His claws dig into my hips, pinning me in place, the fire of those punctures distracting me from my burning ass. “Hold still,” he snarls as he gives me a few more inches.

  “Please,” I beg, sobbing.

  He has no mercy. He pulls out a fraction of an inch and drives in. I feel his balls slap against my ass. “Was that rough enough for you?”

  “Yes!” My ass is an inferno, and the numerous cuts on my body sting as sweat drips into them. But as I get used to being speared on his cock, my clit pulses to life again. The ache of need rapidly begins to be worse than the pain. I wiggle my hips, trying to work myself on his cock.

  “I told you not to move,” he snarls.

  “Fuck me.”

  He growls and pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against the walls of my ass making me groan. Then he thrusts back in so hard the bed slams against the wall. I scream.

  “Is that what you wanted?” His low, rough words make me moan, but I can’t get enough breath to answer before he punishes me with another hard, fast stroke. Dear God, he’s going to break me.

  He slides in and out of my ass over and over, hard, rough, desperate. I buck against him, pleasure spiraling up and up. My ass hurts, but the pleasure is consuming me, and I no longer care. He shoves me further up the bed with each stroke until I have to brace myself against the headboard to keep from slamming my skull into it.

  He reaches around and captures my clit between two fingers. I writhe against him as he works me, managing to keep his claws from raking me. “Please don’t stop!”

  He growls. “Can’t. Stop. Must. Take. You.”

  I whimper as his thumb brushes the overly sensitive tip of my clit. What will happ
en when he comes? Will I be able to get away? Is the pleasure really worth this risk? He slams his hips against me, burying himself in my ass as he pinches my clit hard between his fingers. Yes! Dear God, yes! This is worth the risk. I’ve needed this for so fucking long.

  “Take me!” I scream as he fucks my ass impossibly fast. My vision blurs as the tight, aching pleasure of orgasm begins to overtake me. I tense, suddenly more afraid than I’ve been all night. I don’t want to go over. This is too much, too powerful. His cock, his claws, the fear, the pain. Then he bends over me and grasps the thick muscle at the back of my neck in his jaws as he squeezes my clit viciously. I scream and I’m lost.

  My orgasm bursts through me, wracking me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. My entire body contracts and spasms. And it lasts forever. I scream long and loud. I buck so hard I nearly unseat him. Then I’m swallowed by burning pleasure.

  His teeth sink deeper into my neck, jolting me back to awareness. He’s still fucking me viciously, torturing my ass with the full length of his cock.

  My heart pounds. I work my hips against his hand. His fingers squeeze and release my clit in an agonizing rhythm. Dear God, I’m going to come again. I’m already almost there. I have to, need to.

  He snarls and shoves his cock in to the balls. I struggle, suddenly terrified. But I have no hope of escape. I’m pinned by his fangs, his claws, his cock.

  I buck furiously, trying to get him to fuck me, trying to get him off me, trying to go over again. And then I feel it, the tight pinch that comes just before a climax. I cry out and then spasm after spasm grips my body.

  He makes a strangled sound as my inner muscles squeeze his cock. His hips jerk against my ass. I feel the hot spill of his come deep inside me. His fangs tear at my neck, holding me as his climax goes on and on.

  When his hips finally still, I tense. His tongue swirls over my neck where his fangs are still lodged. I bite my lip to keep from crying out.