He put his arm under her left knee to lift her leg and push his dick deeper into her pussy. His other hand on her neck, holding her, she stands on one leg as he keeps moving inside her, slowly first, but then she feels as his dick starts moving faster and harder in her pussy. She moans, as he thrusts inside of her, deeper and harder, fucking her wet pussy while she holds onto the table for support, his hand still on the back of her neck.
He closes his fingers round her nape as he pushes his dick inside her again and starts fucking her harder and faster, slapping her ass as she moans from the sweet pain. Grabbing both of her arms and putting it behind her back, he holds them down with one of his hands while he lets go of her leg and grabs her hair with his other hand, bending her forward and down, holding her strong in place.
Her legs are shaking as he’s fucking her much harder and faster than before, he could feel his climax raging through his system, his whole body shaking with relief as he empties his load inside of her.
She almost collapses as he releases her but he grabbed her in his arms again as soon as her knees melted, he carries her to the bed and helps her lay down. Giving her a kiss before laying beside her, he whispers a “thank you,” and moments later, they slept off in each other’s arms.
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It took a lot for Katrina to sneak out of the pack house unnoticed, but it was worth the stake. She didn’t want anyone at all to find out where she was going, at least not until she’d accomplished her mission.
Miranda is a witch! She’s bewitched alpha Damian, Katrina is sure of it because that’s the only possible explanation as to the odd choices he’s been making lately; releasing the prisoner, marrying her instead of executing her, everything! She knows the alpha is not in his right mind and she’s going to prove it to everyone. She’s going to expose Miranda and send her back to wherever she came from, or even make sure she’s executed for sure this time, then she’ll be out of their lives for good!
She’s thought of every possible solution, and there’s only one nearby she could think of. Her name is Maggie, a middle-aged omega who is rumored to have supernatural soothsaying abilities, as most of her fortunes came true. Magic is not a very commonly used entity around here, but if there’s any chance at exposing Miranda for the snake she truly is, then she’ll have a go at it. Now that she’s left the packhouse, the only problem she’ll be encountering is how to find the soothsayer, as from word of mouth, no one has heard from her in almost a year, after she left silver territory to settle elsewhere.
Katrina journeyed out into the outer town, before reaching the border, careful to avoid stepping on traps and the soldiers patrolling the area, before successfully making her way out of the silver territory. Her feet hurt from travelling such a long distance in this new town, but she had no choice as a vehicle would only arouse suspicion. She walked a few more miles before reaching a gas station cafe, she decided to go in there and have a drink, at least she’d rest for a while before continuing. As she entered and took her seat in front of the counter, she ordered a glass of water and a sandwich, she then noticed people staring at her in a strange manner. It was clear that she was not from around here, as the cafe customers had familiar faces amongst themselves, Katrina ignored them to gobble up her snack, before a young man walked up to her, taking a seat next to her.
“Good afternoon, lady. The names’ Bill, say, you’re not from around here, are you?” His mouth reeked of alcohol as he spoke.
Katrina eyed him, “and what has that got to do with you?”
“Nothing, but you’d be dead meat if you happen to be one of them’ silver wolves.”
Her heart skipped a beat, but she chose not to let the fear in her heart show, “and what if I just happen to be a silver wolf?”
“Then you’d better keep your mouth shut if you plan on making it half way through this town. I’m not going to tell anyone who you are because I like kinda you, but you might not be so lucky if you mention it to another Turnal wolf just like that.”
She nearly shouted, “why can’t I??? The silver wolves have never offended anyone!”
“No, of course they haven’t, but your alpha has done quite enough to make them killed and despised scorns around here, we now do to them the same thing your alpha does to Turnal wolves when they are caught on his territory.”
Her heart leaped again and this time, the fear didn’t escape her face.
Bill nodded, “yup, so don’t say I didn’t warn you, pretty. Keep your darn mouth shut.”
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Miranda woke. As her eyes slowly began to open, her conscious mind firing into existence, she could immediately sense that she’d slept well. Proper sleep, the kind of exhausted sleep that forced your body and mind to totally and completely rest. Images of the night before flashed in her mind’s eye. He’d used her, touched her so diligently. She’d felt him on every inch of her body and in every dark avenue of her mind. Intense pain and orgasmic pleasure experienced at the same time. The warmth between her legs, the gentle morning arousal ignited by the spark of memory and of wanting more.
She was still in bed, and he was right there beside her, with her head laid on his chest, she wanted to touch him, feel him, but he’d already warned her not to, and she was going to respect his wishes, no matter how much it pained her.
She didn’t need anyone to tell her he was awake when she felt a hand grope her breasts, those hands that couldn’t get enough of her amazing body, the next second they both had their mouths intertwined in each other’s as he devoured her lips then, kissing her with such ferocious need it made her dizzy. He played with her breasts as he feasted on her mouth cupping them in both of his hands, the cool morning breeze making her nipples harder, low verbal moans radiated the room as they both sank in the trawls of passion scented pleasure, warmth pulsating, his hands running up and down her body, fondling with both of her tits, more, harder, firmer, faster, together.
They both let out the breaths they were holding as their mouths pulled from away each other’s, Damian got up then and went to the window, not saying a word as he stood at the edge of it. Miranda got up from the bed with the large sheets tied around her breasts, and went to stand behind him.
“Can I touch you? Please?” She begged.
He closed his eyes, sighing, “you may.”
She then hugged his body from behind, feeling the warmth of his masculine form against her face, she couldn’t have asked for anything more at this point. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and her head pressed against his back, slow sounds of his heart beating were heard from where she stood. After long silence passed with the both of them standing in that position, he then suddenly began to speak.
“I’m going to tell you how I got these scars Miranda, and what I am about to say to you, I have never told anyone since the day it happened.”