Seized by the Star Wolf by Jennie Primrose Page B

my Sarah . But this wolf cannot play like a little pup. He is Alpha wolf, he ruts and fights and hunts. And now is time to rut.”
    He grabbed my waist with both of his powerful hands, picked me up like a child, and spun me around, facing the couch.
    Then his hands were on my shoulders, forcefully pushing me down, so that my hands were on the couch, and I was braced there.
    His knees were between my legs, spreading them wide…
    So that I stood in a wide stance, bent over the couch.
    A hand li ke a steel trap closed around my neck, then grabbed my chin, pinched my lower lip.
    He pressed his palm into my hip, sliding it up over the curve of my plump belly. I whimpered as his hand found one tender breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple hard.
    There was an odd tug and then a loud RIPPPPP and I felt cool air on the cheeks of my arse.
    He had ripped the seat of my tights wide open.
    He slid his huge hands forward further, still tearing, lengthening the rip, exposing me from arse to cunnie. His rough hands brushed my nether lips, and I shuddered.
    The next thing I felt was the hot, spongy, seeking head of his giant cock probing against my exposed arse.
    It slid down between my legs, sliding over my cunnie lips--making me shake with anticipation, and only a little bit of fear.
    He grabbed one of my plump arse cheeks in a giant hand, squeezing hard until I felt his claws, while his other hand guided his wide cock-head up and into place.
    There was a second of the most delightful anticipation as I waited for him to position himself to enter my body.
    In a moment, he’d found the spot, already dripping and inviting to him, my body having betrayed my need to him completely.
    I felt so sensitized to every touch, every movement…
    I braced myself for the onslaught—
    -- but for now, there was only a steady pressure that felt wonderful as the massive breeding organ of my Star Wolf began to slide into my sheath.
    My outer lips were already stretched, pulsing and sensitive around the invader, as he pushed in ever so slowly.
    Then my inner lips were stretched, along with the ring of muscle at the entrance to the passage…
    My clitoris burned with pleasure and I was tempted to buck back and meet his entry--when I felt a sharp pain, and shuddered.
    Still, I had never been stretched down there, not really … the stable boy barely counted… and so there was bound to be some pain, right?
    Showing a surp rising bit of tenderness, Sawagga started by moving back and forth slowly, letting my cunnie get used to his girth.
    He started to rotate his hips as he ground slowly into me, holding my hips as he performed this lewd and primal dance.
    I felt the muscles ringing the entrance to my passage clenching around his cock involuntarily, squeezing and milking the head of his organ.
    Sawagga groaned, and I felt almost a bit guilty… I hadn’t intended to do so, but my body was teasing the poor wolf.
    Slowly, I ground his hips back to meet him. My lust had taken over, and I was trying to get as much of this marvelous penis inside of me as I could take.
    I wanted it ALL.
    I needed it all… down to the knot at the base, with which he would tie with me and make me his mate, his bitch, mother of wolves and Sawagga’s-She , forever.
    I wanted him to fully possess me and fill me…
    Back on my home planet, I’d been told more than once that I had good “breeding hips.” Built thick and wide as I was, the men who’d said that had meant it as some kind of backhanded compliment.
    But if my hips made me a good breeder, a good mate for Sawagga, then I would be very happy indeed.
    I thought that most of the head of his cock had to be inside by now.
    Gods, I wanted mor e!
    I pushed back and there was that pain again. Hot and sharp… Making me grit my teeth.
    I cried out, more in frustration than from the hurt of it.
    But my lover sensed my discomfort. I knew that he must be impatient to rut in me, to fulfill his Alpha’s breeding instinct… And yet, he