“Yes,” he muttered.
“Rip them if you must, wolven,” she said. Ainslee’s warning that she had to treat these dresses with care because they were the only ones she had was a distant memory. A complication she would deal with after the Ball. Now, she needed to be claimed by her wolven.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. The fabric ripped away, and the cool morning air hit her dressing gown. Wesley moaned in approval as he pushed the dress away from her shoulders. Stepping out of it, she untied her dressing gown and let it fall to the grass.
Wesley’s gaze raked over her body. She could hardly believe she was standing in the garden, stark naked, when anyone could come around the corner and see her. But the way this wolven was looking at her made all her inhibitions fade away.
He brushed one of his leathery paws over her nipple. It tightened in response.
“Let me undress you, wolven.”
He shook his head. “Want to play.”
“I do too. I want to feel that fur against my skin.” She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together to suppress a moan as his paw trailed down her stomach, the sensation of the fur tickling her sent shockwaves through her system.
But nothing prepared her for when he reached between her legs. She cried out, clasping his shoulders so she didn’t fall to her knees. Those claws were so sharp, they could slice her open if he wasn’t careful. She wanted to say something, but her lips could not form words.
His movements were slow at first, but he found his rhythm quickly, and the pulsing she’d felt so often between her legs intensified to a frenzy. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body, and she felt as if she would lose control at any moment.
“Wolven,” she managed.
His eyes were heavy-lidded. “Bench,” was all he said.
Phillipa could hardly comprehend the command. Wesley was all beast, and the word came out as a pure growl.
“Bench.” The repeated command was followed by a more intense growl. Her legs barely could hold her up, let alone walk over to the bench. It was against the fence, next to one of the scandalous statues. The stone was cold against her bare bottom.
Wesley was down on his knees. With one deft move, he spread her legs wide. Phillipa grasped the edge of the bench as her heart pounded. but not enough to break it. His growl was purely feral, as he traced the outline of her clit with his claw. His movements were much more deliberate than they had been moments before. Her muscles throbbed in response. His fur tickled her nether lips, and his leathery skin felt like velvet against the sensitive nub.
She closed her eyes. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her body was overcome with sensation. When she managed to look at Wesley, she found him grinning in satisfaction.
“Taste you,” he said, pulling her closer to him. The stone scraped her bare bottom, but the pain mixed with pleasure felt more divine than she could ever imagine.
The wolven hooked her legs over her shoulder and lowered his mouth to her mound.
“Wolven,” She could barely speak the word. The way his snout felt against her sex was something she could not have anticipated. The soft fur tickled her folds, his cold nose against her clit, and his tongue…
Each stoke was strong, sure, and enough to drive her over the edge. Her body bucked in response, and he grasped her hips, holding her in place.
His tongue flicked inside her, and her muscles throbbed to welcome him. So many nights she’d dreamed of having him inside her and it was never anything like this.
He pushed his tongue deeper, curling it forward. She could no longer hold back. The sensation was too much.
She cried out, her voice echoing against the walls of Broadstone Hall.
Wesley pulled away from her, watching with satisfaction as her body spasmed and licked his lips.
“That was…like nothing—”
“Not done,” he rumbled as he rose to his feet. His tail swished frantically behind him, and he let out a howl before he pulled his jacket away from his chest.
Phillipa wanted to help strip his clothes off him, but her bones were made of jelly. There was nothing she could do but sit back and watch the show.
And what a show it was, as he tugged at his cravat. He let it fall to the ground and tore his jacket away from his body.
He was down to his breeches, with the outline of his hard cock ready to burst through the fabric. He fumbled with the buttons, groaning.
“Wolven, please, let me.” Phillipa’s body shook as she leaned forward. Her hands were rubbish, and that bulge was huge…her mouth went dry, thinking about how it would possibly fit.
In the aftermath of her orgasms, she felt empty, now that she knew what it was like to have the wolven inside her.
His cock sprung free of his breeches.
“You’re so big, wolven.”
He moaned, wrapping his paw around the impressive shaft and giving it a rough pump. Phillipa was fascinated. She’d never been so close to a naked man before, let alone a beast. His cock was thick and covered with the same dark fur as the rest of his body, except for the tip, which was pink.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
He grunted, and she laughed. When Wesley was at his most wild, his words became strained. Straight to the point. At first, it had startled her, but now it gave her a thrill every time he slipped into his beast persona.
And as she reached for his shaft, her hand so tiny against its pulsing girth, he was at his most feral. It should have scared her. But inside, he was all Wesley.
He put his paw over her hand and guided her up and down his shaft. They’d pause when they reached a spot that brought him pleasure.
“Good,” he said. “So good.”
She was so glad she was able to please him. Her only real experience had come from fae gossip and her own hand. She rubbed her fingers just under the pink tip of his cock, and his hips bucked forward.
He growled. “Need you.”
“I need you too, wolven.”
“Need. To be inside you.” Once again, he was on his knees, and he pushed her legs apart. His claws pierced her thighs, but not enough to break the soft skin.
Her body was hot and she felt wild, like she could turn wolven too.
He took his cock in his hand and angled it against her opening. Her heart stuttered in her chest. What if he didn’t fit inside her? She had no idea how this could possibly work. But she was more than ready to find out.
Slowly he pushed against her, sliding inside. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened. The feeling was…nothing like anything she’d ever felt before. There was a slight pain as he stretched her, but it was divine, almost like her body was changing to accommodate her wolven.
“Is it okay?” he asked, sounding the most he had like Wesley since he’d stripped her out of her dress.
“It’s wonderful.” He’d slid inside of her as far as he possibly could. She felt full, complete.
He curled his narrow hips back, and it was on the tip of her tongue to protest before he slammed back inside her.
Chapter Twenty
Wesley
So long he’d dreamed of claiming his bride. Having Phillipa naked and panting, crying out as he fucked her in broad daylight, was even better than he’d dared to imagine. In his dreams, he’d always been human. He’d cherished her, made love to her under the moonlight. They were in a bed, in his estate.