Another F***ing Werewolf Story
jaywren_author
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Is it just another cliché? Or is it more mature content?
Let's be honest...it's the latter!
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Excerpt:
I was self-aware he could see everything, and his hot breath between my thighs made it harder to keep my voice quiet when I spoke... I wagered if it was wise to even chance a sentence at all.
"D-Declan...p-please..." I whimpered, my body practically on fire from his teasing. His whiskey brown eyes peered up at me devilishly from his nesting place between my legs and I could see the hint of smile crinkle the edges of his intoxicating stare.
"Please what, little one?" He asked, his voice so sure. Always so sure. Always so confident. I groaned, feeling his index finger graze my aching, hot, slick entrance lightly and I shivered, throwing my head back and bit down on my lip to fight back a scream that bubble up in my throat.
Oh god...this was so humiliating...Alice, just say it and he'll stop this taunting!
"P-Please...p-punish me..."