Second Chances: Werewolves & Submission, #1

By Arya Hucovv

Natasha has been on her own for as long as she cares to remember, which isn't very long at all. She's had her heart broken before and isn't too keen to repeat the experience. Terrified of getting hurt, she closes herself off, pursuing relationships only if she's certain that there's no future in it. 

 

Travis isn't allowed to waltz into her life and pretend nothing's changed between them, but he does exactly that. He's crushed her before and she isn't going to let him do it again... but there's something about his magnetic gaze that renders her completely weak-kneed and helpless to resists. 

 

When Natasha falls, she falls hard. She doesn't know if she will be able to climb back out, this time. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arya Hucovv
• Release date: May 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201839284

Arya Hucovv

Arya Hucovv is a horny housewife with dirty fantasies that she enjoys putting on paper for others to enjoy. She is very much a fan of hucow, lactation, dubcon, and hardcore sex with hot alpha men.

Book preview

This steamy romance story involves an Alpha Werewolf and an inexperienced young human female. It has scenes with public humiliation (public fingering), domination and submission, bdsm, exhibitionism & voyeurism, and plenty of steamy werewolf sex.

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SHE INHALES SHARPLY as he thrusts all the way inside of her, forcing her to take his thick cock to the hilt. The sensation if overwhelming for the both of them and neither move for a few seconds.

Her tight walls hug his erection like a glove, molding to him completely as he presses deep inside of her, pinning her to the glass still, making her look outside at the men and women going about their lives, oblivious of their lovemaking.

So fucking hot, he growls, more to himself than to her. His cock stretches her walls and twitches inside her, testing the limits, growing thicker and fuller as she pushes back against him, wanting more than he has to give. Huh. For someone so huge, she was expecting- well, bigger?

She doesn't say that, of course, and finds an angle that works best for her, pushing back to have his cock where she wants it, touching erogenous zones in her sex. That's it, she gasps, reaching back to grasp his hips, trying to move him the way she wants. It's exhilarating, fucking in front of the open window. She imagines doing this in the theater, fucking with an audience watching. It would be even more perverse then, even more amazing.

His hand snakes between her body and the glass, grasping her nipple and clit, pinching both at the same time to drive white hot pleasure and pain through her body. She cries out loudly, screaming as he twists her nipple, pleasure spiking through her entire body and she orgasms.

Her walls clench around his cock, milking him and pushing him to the edge. He orgasms with a harsh snarl, teeth snapping over her shoulders, biting hard enough to draw blood, making her walls tense around him even more.

She trembles and presses her forehead against the glass, finding comfort in the cool surface as her breath clouds the vision, covering her vision. She is ready to call it a day already, but he's not nearly done yet, continuing to drive his cock into her, prolonging her orgasms until she is pushed to the absolute limit.

She curls back against him as he comes again and his knot begins to thicken and grow inside of her hole, filling her up in all the right ways to make her tremble and sob.

It's too much. No, no, she gasps, tears dripping down her face.

He doesn't even hear her, continuing to rut inside of her, hands holding her still and pulling her flush against his torso as she tries to pull away, yelping in a completely undignified manner when the motion tugs the knot in her pussy, pulling her pussy walls quite unpleasantly.

Stay still, he snarls and her heartbeat goes haywire, beating so quickly in her chest.

She is reminded that he's a Werewolf, that they're bigger than humans, stronger and more powerful in almost every way. He moves again and the pleasure distracts her from the fear, as does his lips on her neck, kissing and sucking anew, worrying the mark he left on her skin.

You're so soft, he says, awe thick in his tone.

Chapter One:  Exhibitionism

YOU'RE MORE BEAUTIFUL in person than in your pictures, the man sitting next to her says, gazing deep into her eyes and she is so stunned by the compliment that she freezes for a good few seconds.

It's not that she doesn't get complimented often, she just wasn't expecting him to compliment her while he's fingering her. Her face flushes completely red. Her pussy walls clench around his fingers, soft and wet, full of nerve endings that he rubs against, making her squirm and whimper. She bites back the rest of the noises and tries to keep herself from making more.

I bet your pussy is beautiful too, he whispers, his other hand resting on the small of her back.

It's lewd and terrible for him to say this sort of thing out in public. It's considered inappropriate because you never know who's eavesdropping. Werewolf children are particularly guilty of this little trick, listening in on conversations they shouldn't be privy to with their enhanced hearing. But they are in an adult-only restaurant now. This sort of behavior, while not encouraged outright, is not illegal either as long as they're careful not to get caught, that is.

You look absolutely ravishing tonight, he says.

Thank you, she manages at last, growing a little tired of his compliments. Yet, her voice comes up in a high squeak when his finger curves inside her, touching a part of her that sends jolt after jolt of pleasure up her spine, severing control over her own body as she gasps out loud again, her back arching, creating a beautiful curve of her spine that makes his grip on her back tighten a little more.

Careful, he says, his fingers drifting up to curl around the back of her neck.

He knows he has to slow down. He should wait until they're truly alone before he brings things further. The crowd around them aren't looking their way, seemingly unaware of what they're up to, but he knows better. There are wolves among them too, men and women with enhanced sense of smell capable of figuring out exactly what's going on under the table. An unreasonably possessive part of him wishes to keep them in the dark about it, but the voyeuristic part of him absolutely revels in it.

There's chit chat all around them, white noise that makes little sense to any eavesdropper unless they're really paying attention to a singular conversation. It's too early in the night for their peers to be drunk enough to ignore them if he decides to take it to the next level and bend her over the table, fuck into her pussy and make her come like that.

Like most wolves, he is possessive about what he deems to be his and even though he hasn't known her for very long, his wolf has already decided to claim her as his pack, property.

His apartment is only a ten-minute drive away, but he feels it's too far away and he doesn't want to stop.

She seems to be thinking the same, pressing her back against his palm and tilting her hips forward, gyrating to his finger, desperate to feel more of the maddening