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371 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 4, 2025
“Oh wolf, what big paws you have!”
“All the better to pin you down with, sweetheart,” he snarled, his voice rough with promise.
Nobody had ever looked at Red like this. Like he was perfect exactly as he was. It was exhilarating. It was intoxicating.
“I knew it in my bones when I first caught your scent—you were meant to be mine.” Wim dropped his tone to a seductive purr. “And now I get to have you.”
No matter what games Wim was playing, Red would discover the truth.
“I can’t…” Red flapped his hand wildly around Wim’s cock. “It’s too big!” he snapped angrily. “Why the fuck is it so big?!”
“Get off me, you mangy mutt!” Red shrieked, hitting the wolf as hard as he could. Wim responded by flopping his entire weight onto Red, crushing him beneath thick grey fur, and proceeded to lick a wet stripe up his cheek. Red squirmed and cursed, but his protests were undermined by the laughter he couldn’t quite contain.
“Oh wolf, what a big tail you have,”
“All the better to swat irritating little brats with, sweetheart.”“Oh wolf, what big paws you have!”“Oh wolf, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to pin you down with, sweetheart,”
“All the better to see your beautiful face with, sweetheart,”“Oh wolf, what a big tongue you have.”“Oh wolf,” Red whispered against Wim’s ear, […] “what a big cock you have.”
“All the better to lick you with, sweetheart,”
“All the better to fuck you with, sweetheart.”
Once upon a time, in a kingdom where shadows danced beneath ancient trees, a young man named Red ventured through the forest.
“By the way, loved your wolf howl back there, sweetheart. Sounded real… delicate.” “Oh, stop.” Red yanked his hood lower, grateful for the darkness hiding his burning cheeks.
“Oh wolf, what big paws you have!” “All the better to pin you down with, sweetheart,” he snarled, his voice rough with promise.
Red prepared himself to taste the blood of the men Wim had killed within his mouth.
But there wasn't a single hint of death.
Instead, he tasted the wildness of the forest on Wim's hot tongue-the earthy musk of damp soil, the crisp tang of pine needles.