The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

Oddly enough, I couldn't make out the she-wolf's face no matter how hard I tried.

She purred in my arms. "You're being so weird today, Rufus. Why are you pulling a long face? Keep that up, and you won't look cute anymore."

One would never use the word "cute" to describe a werewolf.

I opened my mouth to say just that, but found that I couldn't utter a single word.

Then, as if on cue, the she-wolf said, "Say you love me, Rufus." She rubbed against me provocatively, as though she had done it a million times before.

The strangest thing was that I didn't hate it at all.

I felt my lips move and heard myself say that I love her.

The she-wolf hummed happily before kissing the corner of my mouth. "Finally! You've been so grumpy just now and refused to say anything."

Only then did I realize that I could speak freely again. I tried to say something else, but the she-wolf chose that moment to snake her arms around my neck and pull me in for another deep kiss.

I could feel the flames of my desire flare up again. I decided to take over the reins and rolled us over, pinning the she-wolf under me as I continued to ravage her mouth.

fresh smell of grass washed over me, wiping out the restlessness I had

around her thigh, trailing it under her skirt and tearing her panties off her. I tossed the fabric aside as

licked one nipple as I fondled the other between my fingers. The she-wolf moaned and arched her back,

between her breasts, sucking and nipping before trailing my tongue down

in slow circles with my

lips. "We're outside. You should

covered her mouth to stifle her groans of pleasure, but the sound still thrummed

kiss on

her tender folds. She was already so wet, her juices

"Oh..."

sudden intrusion. With a few pumps, I felt her convulse around my fingers, and I watched as she squirted her precious essence on my belly. I pulled back and got rid of my underwear. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the

so wet that my dick reached her deepest

pulse inside her, and her walls seemed to throb in

the she-wolf muttered, even as she instinctively raised her hips to accommodate me. Her back arched higher, baring her

my head and nibbled at it, unable to help myself. She shuddered as my teeth grazed her skin, moaning and writhing

finally felt like she

pulled halfway out. And then I began to thrust. It

movements picked up speedle