Listen to this articleSevyn lounged on the sofa in her sleeveless dress, soft curves exposed. Her perky breasts rose with each breath, pert nipples visible through the thin fabric.
A knock sounded at the door. Opening it, Sevyn gasped—a massive grey wolf stood before her. But when she gazed into its eyes, a spark of familiarity hit her. “Mark?” she whispered.
The wolf yipped in response, pushing past her into the room. Sevyn closed the door in a daze. Her boyfriend had warned her he was different…but she hadn’t imagined how much.
Mark padded over to Sevyn, brushing against her legs affectionately. She stroked his soft fur, leaning down to look into his eyes. Her Mark was still in there.
Emboldened, Mark nudged at the hem of Sevyn’s dress with his muzzle. She lifted it obligingly, baring her body to his hungry gaze.
Mark whimpered, tail thumping. His hot tongue rasped over Sevyn’s skin, teasing her breasts and slick folds. She moaned, arousal pooling as the wolf lavished attention upon her.
Unable to resist, Mark reared up, pawing Sevyn onto her hands and knees. She gripped the sofa tightly in anticipation.
Mark mounted her forcefully, his furry body covering her own. Sevyn gasped as he entered her, thick shaft stretching her exquisitely.
He thrust hard and fast, growls mingling with Sevyn’s cries of pleasure. Her climax built swiftly under the wolf’s driving pace, peaking with a scream of bliss.
Mark howled as he spilled into her, pace faltering. They collapsed onto the sofa together, sated.
Sevyn smiled as Mark gazed at her adoringly, her wild lover tamed for now. She stroked his fur, heart swelling with love for this complex, enigmatic man who had claimed her so passionately. Her life would never be dull with her wolf by her side.
