Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

mouth, over her tongue, to skim the insides of her cheeks. Sucking on his tongue, she kept him to her.
    He was as firm and solid as he’d looked and just as built as his brother. They were made from the same mold yet given different brains, different thoughts, different personalities.
    When he pulled her away, he was as out of breath as she was. “I didn’t mean to do this. I wanted to charm you, to seduce you into bed. Not to attack you.” His gaze slid down to her lips then back to her eyes. “I’m not like my brother.”
    “I know.” She pushed her hands against the chest that felt so much like granite then took his hand and led him toward the bedroom.
    “Charlie, I want you to be sure about this. I need you to—”
    Turning, she pressed a finger against his mouth. “Blane, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”
    His lips moved against her fingertip with his smile. “A few.”
    “They were right.”
    She stepped back, kicked off her sandals, and tugged the sundress over her head in one easy move. The beige thong she wore followed the dress to the floor. She stood unashamed before him.
    “Wow,” he whispered. He cleared his throat then reached behind his head to grab the collar of his T-shirt.
    Her hands on his arms stopped him. “No. Stay still and let me.”
    She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. Underneath the cotton was a world filled with boulder-like pecs, brown nipples, and a line of blonde hair that drew her gaze then her hands downward. The waist of his jeans dipped lower in the front to show the beginning of his crotch, and her mouth watered. She’d give him something to remember her by.
    He stayed still with his arms at his sides and simply watched her as she undid his jeans. Pulling the flaps wide, she slid her hands under the jeans and toward his butt. The farther back she pushed, the more his jeans tracked in a downward glide. A thrill rushed through her when she saw that he went commando. Her peeked nipples pushed against his chest, and she teased him, using her tongue to leave a wet trail from one nipple to the other. He groaned and reached for her, but she slapped his hands away.
    Following the path of the falling jeans, she used his legs as support and moved her tongue between the mountainous pecs, over the hills and valleys of his abdomen, and on to the start of his curly patch below. She pulled off his boots then helped him step out of the jeans and thrust them away.
    “Charlie.”
    “Shh. You’ve done enough talking.”
    His cock was more impressive than she’d hoped. Long and strong, it curved outward, blue veins lining the tender skin, up to the pink, mushroomed cap. She studied it, wanting to remember what it looked like with a small amount of pre-cum oozing from the slit.
    She sniffed, drawing in a mix of testosterone, perspiration, and wildness. She’d smelled a similar scent from Reese, just as strong, just as wild, but each man had an extra added aroma that was all his own. If she had to, she could distinguish one twin from the other by their scent.
    Running her hands over his thighs then along his legs, she gripped his butt cheeks and flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, savoring his special taste. He let out a tortured sigh and took hold of her hair. She’d let him touch that much of her, but no more. Not yet.
    She squeezed his butt cheeks and blew on his cock. His hold tightened on her hair as he drove his fingers deeper into her locks.
    “Is this your way of torturing me?”
    She chuckled, glanced up at him with a wicked grin, then opened her mouth wide and took as much of his length inside her mouth as she could. Moving her head back and forth, she played with his cock, swirling her tongue over and over again. He rocked his hips, keeping rhythm with her movement.
    He glanced down, and she saw the desire in those blue depths. Knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him turned her on even more. A rush of warmth burst from her pussy, and she wondered if her juices were running down her inner thighs.
    He started to speak, but she stopped him by taking him by the base of his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. She sucked him in and out, loving how she could tell the one big vein apart from the rest of his cock. She wanted to feel it move against her tongue, to let the pulse of it strain against her tongue. Pulling on his cock hard then releasing him slowly, she drew as much of his pre-cum into her