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This week my six is from the next Encounters short story, Weylyn’s Gift. The hero is my horndog werewolf Weylyn Randall and a mysterious woman who turns out to be his mate Keir. This short story showcases how they meet and get together.
She knelt, her mouth trailing hot, wet, sucking kisses from his mouth down to his chest. She pushed his hands away from his cock. Not knowing what else to do, Weylyn clutched the chair with one hand and used the other to stroke her hair from her face as she bent to take him in her mouth. The most exquisite sensation enveloped him as her damp, velvety mouth suckled him. Flames rose inside him, higher and higher. His hips shifted, and he resumed rocking on the chair, the dildo fucking him with just the right pressure, as Keir’s tongue swirled over the head of his cock.