“You're amazing,” Trevor whispered as he crawled up beside me.
Trevor had come with me; spilling onto the comforter. I couldn't remember the last time he'd done that; come outside of me. It made me feel beautiful and powerful even though I knew it was my Lust that had driven him over the edge, not just me.
Trevor pulled me into his arms; shifting one of his long legs beneath me to wind around mine. He used his knee to move my knees apart and then trailed his hand down to my sex.
“We're not done yet,” he purred in my ear. “Far from it.”
“Oh?” I leaned up to kiss him, and he growled inside his chest as he covered my mouth with his.
I was shocked to realize it was the first kiss he'd given me that night. We'd been so distracted by our little game that we'd forgotten about the basics. But this wasn't basic. Trevor's kiss was savage; his tongue thrusting into my mouth as it had done to my sex. I felt utterly taken by the time he was done.
And he was shaking again.
“I think you need to be inside me now,” I whispered as I stroked his cheek. “You don't have to hold back anymore.”
“Minn Elska,” he whispered brokenly.
I froze. Trevor sounded wounded; terrified and hurt. Inside me, my wolf suddenly rose, and she started to whimper.
“Trevor?” I asked in confusion. “What's wrong, Honey-Eyes?”
“Minn Elska,” Trevor groaned again as his body shook.
I leaned forward to hear him better, and his arms jerked open.
“Run!” Trevor shouted.
My eyes went wide as Trevor shifted violently with stuttering movements; almost as if he were trying to stop himself. I jumped backward and then ran for the door, but he leapt from the bed and pounced on top of me. Trevor jerked me onto my hands and knees and then wrapped a massive, werewolf hand around my throat.
“Stop fighting me,” Trevor growled as he tightened his hand.
“I'm not fighting you,” I said in confusion. “You told me to run.”
I was starting to think that maybe Trevor's wolf had gone crazy. In which case, I needed to tread lightly.
“Is this part of the game? You want to chase me?” I asked. “Because you're starting to scare me, Honey-Eyes.”
Trevor's body shivered, and he seemed to relax. He took a deep breath and his hand released my throat.
“I'm sorry; was I too wild?” He growled; his voice gone into that gravelly werewolf tone. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I whispered as I looked over my shoulder at him.
Trevor was magnificent in his half-form; ebony fur coating his massive body, a regal wolf head set upon shoulders gone even wider, honey-colored eyes glowing out of that darkness, claw-tipped hands, and a sleek tail whipping behind him. The only bare skin on him was the dark nipples peeking through his chest fur and the hardened sex between his legs.
“No; don't stop.”
Trevor's wolf mouth curved up in a grin as he set his deadly hands to my ass and spread me. I was so wet that he slipped in easily, and instantly howled in triumphant desire. I braced myself as he began a wild bucking; driving me up toward pleasure again. He bent over me—his hands going to my breasts—and set his face beside mine.
“Do you like this big wolf cock fucking your tight pussy? Do you love fucking your beast?”
I was surrounded in the scents and sensations I adored; my wolf enveloping me. But something felt off. Trevor didn't get like this.
“Say it,” he snarled as he drove himself deep.
“I love fucking my beast,” I whispered. “I love your wolf cock.”
Trevor shivered. “That's right; you do. And now, I see why they love fucking you. Your heavy tits, your sweet cunt, those dick-sucking lips, and that tight, virgin asshole. Oh, and your eyes; the way you look at me. Like I'm your personal god. This is a pleasure beyond anything I've ever felt. Was that Aphrodite's magic you used on me? I've heard it was powerful, but I had no idea.”
I froze. He pushed himself up and grabbed my hips so he could drive into me faster.
“So fucking tight!” He growled. “So sweet. Yes; you're worth sparing, but I will punish you in other ways, Godhunter. I will fuck you so hard that you'll never want another man. You'll beg me for more, and I will give it to you until you beg me to stop. Maybe I'll make you beg me in front of your husbands... before I kill them.”
“The only thing I'll be begging you for, whoever you are, is to not die so quickly when I'm ripping out your heart and eating it,” I growled as I shifted into my half-dragon form.
His eyes went wide with surprise and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as I bucked him off me. He went flying across the room and crashed into the far wall. But he got up quickly, shook off the debris, and stood staring at me with aroused fascination.
“You just keep on surprising me,” he murmured as he looked me over. “Are you a demon too?”
“I'm a dragon-sidhe,” I growled. “Who are you?”
“I am Katila, son of Yama, the God of Death and Dhumorna, the Destroyer of Demons.”
“How the fuck did you get inside my husband?” I stepped forward furiously on my taloned feet and let my wings spread out behind me.
Trevor's honey-colored eyes went wide with admiration and his tongue licked his wolf muzzle. But those weren't his emotions; they belonged to his hitchhiker.
“You are a wondrous woman,”
