Jude felt herself stretching to take him in; thick and hard; she could feel every inch of his cock as he buried it in her pussy.
Fully embedded, Dresden paused. “God, you feel good.” She was tight, fitting him like a second skin.
Jude stared up into his eyes, her hands gripping his upper arms. “Please,” she said.
Dresden felt what little control he had snap; with a loud roar of triumph, he started pumping in and out of her body. She was beyond wet, her juices quickly soaking both of them, yet he could still feel her skin pulling at him as he thrust in and out. For a moment, he lost himself in the sensation, only barely becoming aware of the change in her body as she got close to climax.
“Oh god,” Jude whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes. Don’t stop.” She was beyond caring about what she was saying, wondered dimly if she was begging. Her body continued to wind tighter, each thrust of his cock spearing through her before coming to rest up against her cervix. She knew she’d be sore later, knew that it was going to hurt but didn’t care. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting up to meet each of his downward thrust or her thighs from opening wider.
Dresden growled as he felt her open beneath him. Her hands on his arms dug in deep, her fingernails breaking the skin. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Reaching between them, he used his fingers to stroke her clit, grasping it and squeezing it hard. A second later he felt her pussy clamp down around his cock, contracting and massaging him as she came. Throwing his head back, Dresden gave into the sensation and with one last thrust released himself deep inside of her.
For a moment, everything stood still and silent. Nothing stirred, not even the wind as the last waves of pleasure rippled between them. With a shuddering breath, Dresden collapsed beside Jude. They lay side by side, both of them panting and covered in sweat.
Eventually, Jude became aware of the sounds of the forest returning to normal; Dresden lay unmoving beside her. She told herself to look at him but couldn’t muster the strength to lift her head. Instead, she settled for asking, “Are you okay?”
“Hmmm?” Dresden was wondering when the feeling would return to his limbs. Still beyond speech, he settled for a grunt.
Jude smiled, smugly satisfied with herself. Suddenly feeling more energized, she rolled over and rested her chin on his chest. “When can we do that again?”
Dresden cracked one eye open and considered her. She looked sexy as hell. Her hair was mussed, her face flushed and her lips swollen and red. The rest of her hadn’t faired much better; there were bruises along the tops of her breasts that made him think he’d had a much harder hold on her then he recalled. “Soon, very soon… well, maybe not too soon… but soon.”
Dresden, realizing that he was babbling, snapped his mouth shut. God, what had she done to him? The sex had been good – great even – but it was just sex. Staring down at Jude, Dresden admitted to himself it was more then that. He’d never had sex with another lycan except when mating for offspring. This was entirely different, it was… fun.
Jude watched the play of emotions across Dresden’s face and could only guess at what they meant. She remembered the way he’d looked at her earlier and how he’d shut those feelings down. Deciding that a light hearted approach might better serve them both, she said, “Good. Soon it is! Until then, I’d better head back.” Jude stood and started rooting around for her clothes. “Sam will expect me to check in and I hate to think of her coming to find me – or worse, sending Nafarius or Roland.”
Dresden folded his hands behind his head and watched her as she gathered her jeans and t-shirt. Realizing that both were unsalvageable, she tossed them in a pile and stood naked, her hands on her hips.
“Now I see why the other women wear dresses,” she said, humor evident in her eyes.
“I thought they wore them for quicker changing,” Dresden said.
Jude nodded, “That too.” Sighing, she looked down at herself. “Well, I certainly can’t go back looking like this.”
“You can wear my shirt,” he offered.
Jude tilted her head and considered him. It was a genuine offer, one she was inclined to take just so she could get her hands on one of his shirts. Still, it would raise too many questions. Sam might know what she was up to and it was likely that the rest of the pack would too – eventually. Until then, she didn’t want to have to explain or defend her choice of bed partners. Shaking her head, she said, “Thanks, but I’ve got it covered.”
Dresden quickly sat up as Jude dropped to her hands and knees. Fascinated, he watched as she shifted from woman to wolf. It was the first time Dresden had seen her in animal form. She was smaller then most werewolves he’d known with a thick coat the color of amber. He noted that the tip of her tail and both ears ended in black, as if they’d been dipped in ink.
Jude shook herself once, enjoying the feel of new muscles. Tempted as she was to go for a run, she knew that it was time to get back to the den. Quickly, she pressed her nose into the spot just behind Dresden’s ear and gave a quick lick before darting off into the woods.
It took Dresden a moment to realize that she’d left. “Jude! Wait!” Remembering Sam’s warning, Dresden took off after her – changing on the run. A moment later, and he was running close behind her, a black panther after an amber wolf.
Despite the difference in species, his scent on her marked her as belonging to him and he thrilled to the chase, knowing that it was for fun. Together they darted through the forest, Jude leading the way as Dresden followed, occasionally taking a swipe at her hindquarters playfully.
Jude slowed as they neared the pack’s den, Dresden keeping pace until she stepped into the clearing. Turning, she saw him settle into the shadows and knew that he’d wait until she was safely inside before leaving. With one last look, she darted inside.