Chapter Seven

In the mirrors, her full breasts pressed into him as his mouth took hers. They could see their tongues working against each other ravenously as though starving. His eyes turned toward them, wide-open and brilliant gold as her deepened the kiss before returning his eyes and attention back to her.

The full moon was rising. The werewolf could feel it in his bones as the moon's power vibrated through him, even behind the walls of cement that surrounded him. He had run out of time, he must take her now and damn the consequences. With the power of her orgasm singing through his blood, he could now achieve one of his own strong enough to retain control over his ability to change at will. Without her orgasm to strengthen his, the full moon would force him to shift and lock into the shape of a wolf until another orgasm brought him back to his humanity.

With the sharp tips of his nails already extending into claws, he tore the delicate silk of her panties from her soft body with one hand, pushing them into a pocket. He released her long silky hair and held her in a warm embrace. Her after-tremors still shook her. Her mouth was locked to his in complete abandon, sucking on his tongue as he ripped his trousers open to free his painfully hard flesh from its prison.

He stroked himself once, pushing the purple head forward. Slipping a hand under her firm ass he lifted and pulled her forward to impale her with the full power of his heavily erect cock. He moaned harshly as he slid into her wet depths, feeling himself stretching her walls. Her eyes opened with a small cry of surprise, shuddering as he filled her. His eyes lost with the pleasure as he pulled her onto his entire length and rocked her forward to take her as deep as he could go.

"My turn for pleasure, Princess," he growled, his smile savage with triumph.