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.