Il snorted in surprise and widened her eyes as Felix thrust half his impudent dignity into her with a painful thrust.

“I think I fell in love with you again,” Richard cooed, looking into frightened eyes.

"Felix," she whispered. You won't get in...

“Hush, my dear,” the werewolf kissed her tremulously on the shoulder and gently ran his hand along the curves of her body. Relax, feel me.

He succumbed to the pelvis forward, filling the discordantly squeaking Il with male stone flesh, and froze, kissing the groaning girl between the shoulder blades. She had no chance of jumping off or crawling away. An impatient groaning Richard dug into her...