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Look Inside Wolf Submission 4: Little Miss Temptress

Look Inside Wolf Submission 4: Little Miss Temptress"What- what are you doing?" Her voice is lovely even from afar, sleep-laden and adorably confused. She has not realized the trouble she is in yet, but she is about to.

Jasper is sitting by the window, looking out directly into the cabin. The lights in his home are closed and the wind is in his favor again, blowing east-wards towards him, bringing his scent away from the house that he is staring at voyeuristically.

He does not bother closing his window blinds, knowing that the dark is enough to shield him.

Oliver has not cared doing anything of the sort, keeping the fire burning bright in his cabin. He has the windows open as well, daring man that he is. It is almost as though the man is actively challenging him, flaunting what he has. From his room, Jasper can see the young thing, almost naked and sprawled out on the bed.

He wishes he was closer. Then, he can see for himself her smooth skin and pebbled n*****s, the desire dancing in her eyes even as she squirms.

Jasper had watched as she fell asleep a while after they walked home, taking off her garments and changing into a white camisole that appears almost translucent, clinging to her frame in all the right places. Her dresses do not do her justice. Her breasts are heavy on her small waist and she has rounded hips perfect for child-bearing.

She closes the blinds when she remembers that they have neighbors now and then climbs up into the bed. Jasper had kept still as he listens to her heartbeat slow and then thump languidly when she finally falls asleep.

It is not long before the werewolf appears at the windows, opening the blinds. He leans out and sniffs the air, trying to pick up his scent and appears to be satisfied when he does not find it. For a long time, he stands by the bed and stares at the young creature without doing anything.

Then, he takes off his garments until he is completely naked. Even from after, Jasper can see that he is rock hard, his c**k erect against his body. He crawls up after her. She sleeps through him carefully maneuvering her, pulling her wrists over her head and tying them together with his belt.

It is only when he begins peppering kisses all over her face that she begins to stir. "We- we shouldn't- this- this-" she whispers. "You- you shouldn't, Ollie."

"You keep smiling at him, baby, biting your lip and glancing. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" He presses a wet kiss to her neck. She squirms under him, hands fluttering and then heartbeat racing when she realizes he's tied her arms over her head on the headboard.

"Da-daddy?"

"Are you trying to seduce him, baby? Smiling and staring like that, like a w***e," he growls and she sobs.

"I'm not," she chokes out. "I'm not, daddy. I'm sorry. I promise- I promise, I'm not- I would never."

He leans back and clenches her nightgown in his hand. The sound of it ripping off her body seems to echo endlessly in the night. "Please- please. I'm sorry," she whimpers as he tears off what little clothing she has on until she is bare and on display.

His breath catches. Her skin is not as flawless as he had imagined. There are bite marks on her neck and bruises on her breast and the insides of her thighs, starkly colored due to the paleness of her skin. She gorgeous and he wishes again that he was closer. "You're not sorry, are you? Did you think I wouldn't see? He wants you, baby girl. He wants to sink his teeth in you and make you his."

"He won't," she whimpers. "I'm yours, Ollie. Only yours." She is trembling violently under him, pulling at her arms and trying to free herself. She bucks upwards, trying to free herself, but that only causes her to rock against his body, brush against his c**k that is pressing lazily on her small stomach.

"Such a terrible thing you are," he growls, scooting back and leaning down to close his jaws over her hips. "Such a terrible temptation. Look at you, rutting up to me like you can't wait for me to f**k you," he grumbles, pressing his face against her hip.

She sobs miserably as he eases her legs open, spreading her and pushing her back to lift her behind from the bed. She is forced to open her legs as wide as they can go, and as he continues to tilt her lower body back, she is folded and her toes touch the headboard.

"Look at how easily you spread your legs for me, baby," he says. "Do you do this for everyone? Such a shameless little slut you are." He presses his face between her legs and his mouth covers her heat readily.

She bucks up into it even as she cries out her denial. "No, no, daddy. I'm not- 'm not a slut." Her sobs are interceded with low moans as the werewolf presses his tongue to her wet hole. She cries out like a beautiful little w***e, body trembling, hands pulling against her restraints.

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