AMARA

The obscene sounds had long since filled the room.

Beof panted over my clit, his mouth open against my sex, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

I could feel his beastly canines growing, but he always made sure not to hurt me.

Staring at the ceiling, my whole body trembled, still lingering in the blissful haze of my orgasm.

But my horny lycan had grown tired of playing. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted.

"Aah, Beof!" I gasped, clinging to him, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist.

His massive muscles set me on fire, those tattoos blending into his skin…

We kissed again, his lips stained with my taste. It felt strange and filthy.

I let him slide his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine.

"Amara… Mmm…" My name on his lips sounded like pure glory.

How many nights had I dreamed of him? How many times had I touched myself imagining it was Beof?

He sat me on his lap, straddling him, as he pulled his shirt over his head and broad shoulders. I felt him kicking off his pant