Chapter 36 I Can Swallow This Beast

• Rafe didn't rush it, but he beelined into Nicholette's welcoming arms. He was beautiful, gentle, but he was straightforward. He keeled in front of her, raised her knees a little and touched the tip of his extended length against Nicholette's wet and welcoming entrance. He experimented with her wetness. He slid the stiff volume up and down along her crack holding it in his hand.
• Nicholette thought he was going to ask her permission, but alas, the dog had obeyed as much as he could before the wolf scared it away. The good dog was gone, and the wolf thrusted in her. Deep. All at once. All of his inches, right in. His noticeable girth expanded Nicholette. She never felt herself stretch like that before. Indeed, he was thicker than the Captain and she felt it very much. It hurt a little at first. A sharp tingling pain mixed with the pleasure of being wholly filled by the dire wolf under the man's skin.
• Rafe paid no mind to Nicholette's sharp breath intake between her teeth and the tensing of her legs. It wasn't his problem. He was now led by instinct and nature demanded that he made a lover out of that prey.