Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I wake up in the middle of the night, my cock hard and aching. I take it in my fist and pump it a couple of times, but the sensation is not enough.

I want Clarissa badly. 

My phone is flashing. It is a message from John, excitedly telling me he has met two horny succubae. He asks if I want to go and meet them.

Hell no. If I had wanted that, I would have gone out this evening.

It is Clarissa I want, that sexy little minx who looks so much like John’s daughter, Clara. I am desperate to get my cock into her. It’s her pussy I need wrapped around me right now, not my hand.

I wonder if she is lying awake in her bed wishing my cock was inside her? The more I think about it, the stronger the urge to go and investigate.

Watching Max pump his massive dick inside her tender pussy earlier, and the way those tight pink lips had strained to take it, had made me desperate for my turn.

I don’t think I can wait until morning. Hell, the way she had screamed out her orgasm convinces me that she would be happy to see me.

And it’s not like my cock is getting any softer.

I throw aside my covers, my heart pounding in excitement now that I have made my decision. Whenever I want a woman I have never been one to restrain myself.

This time my need is worse than it has ever been before in my life. Right now I don’t think I could stop myself even if I wanted to.

I slipped quietly out of my room and make my way down the hallway. Movement in the lounge brings me to a halt.

I recognize Clarissa instantly, her slender silhouette outlined by the moonlight streaming in through the tall windows.

She looks like she’s going over to the window to look out. She stops suddenly and turns towards the couch. I see what has caught her attention. The outline of Karl’s head and shoulders is clearly recognizable to me.

They gaze at each other for a long while, and I stand there clenching my fists, determined that it will be me that has her next. Not him.

Karl does not get up. He waits for her to come to him.

She does, shyly walking to him, head tilted a little down and her luscious hips swaying.

I wait patiently.

When she gets to Karl she tentatively puts her hands on his thighs and slowly leans down to brush her lips over his.

He stays still as a statue. I can tell that he wants her as badly as I do.

She whispers, “Uncle Karl,” and kisses her way down his neck and his bare chest.

His cock must be making a tent in his pants by now, like mine is. I see him jerk a little as she takes it in her hand.

Her mouth kisses down his lower belly. She is about to close her lips over his cloth-covered erection when he grabs her upper arms. He firmly pushes her away.

He shakes his head, and whispers something in her ear. He walks away.

She gazes after him, her chest heaving, and then she runs back to her room.

Disappointed. Poor thing.

She wanted to fuck, and she went straight to the first man she found.

I won’t let her down.

Her door is still ajar when I get to it. I ease it open. I expect to find her in her bed.

She is not in it.

The sound of the shower coming from her bathroom tells me where she is. I open that door quietly, and stand in the doorway, gazing at her.

The shower is over a circular dip in one corner of the bathroom. There is no need for glass, given the magic that stops the spray from going everywhere. Draven’s castle has every convenience.

I watch the torrid spray hit her naked body and my cock grows harder. There is no steam rising from the water. The girl is taking a cold shower to keep her desire at bay.

No need for that.

I stride over to her. She catches sight of me from the corner of her eye and turns around gasping.

I yank my boxers off as I go, and her eyes widen at my nakedness. I step into the shower behind her and take her by the waist. I pull her against my chest, and my cock slips into the crack between her ass, just where I like it.

“Uncle Jake,” she moans.

When she calls me that, my grip on her slender waist tightens hard. I want to shove her against the wall and drive my cock deep into her from behind.

Instead I let the cold water cool me for a moment, then I switch it over to hot.

The water quickly starts steaming. As it heats the both of us, I kiss her neck and fondle her delicious tits. Her deep pink nipples harden and beg for my attention.

I rub the head of my cock up and down the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. With each stroke I let the tip linger against the bud of her anus.

She presses her hands onto the wall. She arches her back to make her ass cheeks rise up. She spreads her legs.

She clearly wants me to slide my cock lower and into her pussy. But I have no intention of gratifying her so quickly.

I guide her out of the shower. I make her bend over the counter top beside the basin.

She glances back at me, her lips moist and parted. It makes me want to drive my cock between them. I am pretty sure I would be the first man to do so.

What is it about her that makes me want her so badly?

I wish I could rip her mask off to take a proper look at her face, but not only is it not allowed, I know from experience that this sort of mask will not come off unless she removes it herself.

I spank her bottom hard, relishing the sting of the slap against my palm and the way she cries out in surprise. Her legs close up.

“Open them,” I order.

She obediently spreads them open.

I spank her again, my hand raining a flurry of stinging blows down on the sensitive skin of the inside of her ass cheeks, reddening them.

Her back arches and her buttocks rise to meet my hand at each blow. I slip my fingers into her pink slit and am gratified to find it slick and wet.

“You deserve this spanking, don’t you baby?”

“Yes, Uncle Jake. I’m sorry, Uncle Jake.”

“And why are you sorry?” I demand.

“I’m sorry I’ve been naughty, Uncle Jake. I won’t close my legs again.”

“Did you enjoy it when Max fucked you?”

“Yes, it felt so good.”

“And did you enjoy me watching your tight little pussy while he fucked you?”

“I knew you could see everything,” she whispers. “It made me feel so naughty and so horny.”

I rain another flurry of blows onto her ass, and she cries out as if she is reaching orgasm.

“Not so quick,” I say roughly.

She won’t come until I’m good and ready for her to come.

I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, where I throw her down on the bed.

I want her mouth and her cunt and her ass all equally badly. I cannot decide.

The memory of Max’s rampant cock driving into her wet little pussy inflames me with jealousy. It makes up my mind for me.

The headboard on her bed is a large mirror. I order her to get on all fours facing it. I position myself behind her.

“Look at yourself,” I command.

She gazes at the both of us in the mirror, her eyes filling with curiosity and lust at the sight of our nakedness.

I squeeze her tits while she watches, and then I satisfy my desire for her mouth by kissing her wet and deep.

I tear my mouth away from her, and turn her face towards the mirror. I want her to see this next part.

I place the head of my cock against her small entrance, intending to penetrate her with a single thrust.