Wulf A Different Lover In Every Life

Book 4 of 'A Werecat's Nine Lives'
1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 979-8-215-48799-0
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 111 Seiten

The first time Millie loops back to the same day, she had just spent an unforgettable night with her childhood crush. 

She repeats the day and makes the same choices, thinking that her first choice was the right one, only for her happily ever after to be shattered when reality sets in. Kent takes pleasure in her humiliation and shame, offering her up to his werewolf buddies who are, incidentally, so much better in bed than he is that she finds herself looking forward to their touches, making her surrender that much more depraved. 

She loops back to the same day after years of the same song and dance and decides that she will go with someone else, only for Kent to kidnap her and bring her to a doctor to have the tracker inside of her removed since she didn't go with him willingly this time. 

She returns to the same day again after being taken apart and put by together in all the right and all the wrong ways. This time, she is going to get help. She goes to the owner of the Sanctuary that she lives in and goes with him, but loops back not even twenty four hours later. 

Will she be able to escape this endless loop or will she be trapped to repeat the same days and be victim to the same treatment over and over again?

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She drew a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn't going to be something that was used merely for the pleasure of men this time. She wasn't going to let Kent touch a hair on her head. 

Steel in her eyes, she marched towards the office where she knew Mr. Rowan was waiting for her. 

He was as perfect as she remembered him. She was early enough this time that she had caught him unprepared and he was glaring at Kent's file like it was a personal affront. 

'I have lived through this day four times now, Mr. Rowan,' she said apropos of nothing. It was only once the words were out of her mouth that she realized she should have some sort of proof. 

He sat up straight, his expression brighter than she had ever seen. 'You've discovered your blessing,' he said, figuring out immediately what took her four lifetimes work out. 'You've lived through this day four times?' he asked and then frowned. 'How did you die?' he demanded. 

Autoren/Hrsg.

Wulf, Arian

Leseproben

Chapter One

Millie was about to lose her virginity. 

Kent had three fingers knuckle deep inside of her. 

There was something quite poetic about the fact that they were both inexperienced but full of bluster, both sizing each other up like to predators fighting for dominance. 

Millie didn't hate that she was on the bottom because she could look up and see that Kent was covered in a light sheen of sweat and was gritting his teeth as his eyes flicked from her body, where his fingers were plunging inside of her again and again, to her face, as if seeking confirmation that he was doing the right thing. 

It was a good look, one of cocky confidence covering up concern and worry, and she wanted to record it in her heart forever. 

There was a sense of relief in her to know that they were both virgins up to this very moment. 

Kent fumbled with the lubricant again, coating his fingers in even more slick before sliding three fingers back inside of her. At this point in time, he had spent so long to get her ready that there really was no need for more slick, but she wasn't about to tell him to stop- not when it felt this good to have his fingers inside of her, spreading her open and curling. His fingers brushed the erogenous zones inside of her and her toes curled. He did it again and again until her legs were shaking. 

"Feels good?" he asked needlessly. His voice was too rough and hoarse for it to have the intended teasing effect. 

"Not too bad," she bit back, embarrassed by her own body's reaction. Steam rose from her cheeks and she choked off a moan that bubbled in her throat. His fingers scissored inside of her, spreading her open even more. She squeezed her eyes shut. 

"Millie," he slurred, sounding as affected as she felt. 

It wasn't begging, but the message was clear enough for her to follow. "Hurry up already," she mewled, spreading her legs wider for him to allow him easier access. 

"You're still tight," he said, a flash of something crossing over his expression before it smoothed back into the calm facade. He wasn't just being considerate because he knew this was her first time. It registered faintly in her mind that he was panicking as well. He was putting on an illusion of someone who knew what he was doing, but he had no experience to make this right either and he was afraid of fucking up. 

Her heart thudded painfully hard in her chest at the care and attention that he was putting into this into her. He was so careful not to hurt her. 

"It's fine. I can take it," she insisted. 

"Are you?" he snorted and tapped her neck muscles that were straining with effort, veins jumping out. He snorted again. 

"You're fucking my pussy, not my throat," she said crudely and the words did something to him, his face scrunching up and his expression stuttering. She wondered if he was imagining how it would feel to fuck her throat. Still, she leaned back on the numerous pillows that he had shoved underneath her body and tried to relax. It was easier said than done, what with the number of fingers he had stuffed inside of her. His fingers were smooth and flawless, like a young master who had never worked a day in his life. Those very same fingers curled again and she keened, clenching down hard. 

He swore under his breath. "You're still so tight," he said in awe. 

"Stop teasing me and fuck me already," she bit back, her whole body trembling from the stimulation. She reached over and opened the condom packet, blowing on the ring and handing it over into his waiting hand. 

"You're good at that," he said. 

"I watched tutorials," she admitted, blushing brightly at having to admit something so embarrassing. They were all made to watch videos on how to get this part down in the waiting room while waiting to be chosen and then instructed to practice getting a condom ready before making their choices because while it was tempting to do this without protection, they also wanted there to be a bond between her and her chosen mate before having to deal with pregnancy and all that. "Do you have anymore questions or are you going to actually start fucking me now?" she asked as a way to get him to focus on something else. 

Clumsily, he rolled it on, pinching the tip and then positioning the head of his cock against her hole. 

"Breathe out," he said, sweat matting his bangs to his forehead, and pushed in. 

She had half the heart to ask if he had been shown the same tutorial videos, but the sensation of his cock trying to enter her body made her tense up. She held her breath, regretting her earlier insistence that she was ready. He had barely fit the tip in when she felt the stretch and the pain. Being filled by his cock was nothing like being filled by his fingers, thicker and longer and so much more, and she couldn't help the yell that bubbled out of her throat into the open air between them. 

Kent stilled, his eyes glassy as he stared unfocused at her breasts. His muscles strain with effort. 

Millie screwed his eyes shut as she breathed in and out harshly through her nose. Aside from understanding the excruciating pain she felt, she hardly had time to coherently think of anything else. She could feel her arousal fading rapidly. Her hands reached out, slapping over the sweaty skin of his arm, and she held on like he was her anchor and she was desperately struggling not to be swept up by the waves. 

To be fair, Kent was holding himself very still. She tried to appreciate the small kindness. 

"Okay," he said and pulled out. 

She cried out again from the roughness of the action. 

"I told you you weren't ready," he said, his tone admonishing in a way that she most definitely did not appreciate. 

She stared up at the ceiling, trying not to feel mortified. 

Kent sighed and scratched his head with his clean hand. Then, he touched her face with his fingers that were still somewhat sticky with a combination of the lubricant and her own arousal fluid. 

"I'm going to try something," he said. "Is that okay?" 

Kind of him to ask. "Sure," she said, trying to sound aloof and unaffected by everything. 

In the darkness of her own vision, she felt the gentle press of his lips against hers. This was nice. They had kissed earlier, so the comforting familiarity of it was welcomed. She made low, encouraging noises as he ran this tongue over the seam of her lips. She parted easily and he deepened the kiss. 

He tasted familiar. They had shared the same dinner, after all, so it shouldn't be too surprising that he tasted like the red wine that they had both drunk in order to calm their nerves. She lost herself in the kiss easily. 

There was a hand between her legs and fingers sliding in and out of her and she sighed, allowing herself to relax into the odd sensation of being spread open once more. More and more fingers push inside of her as she was no longer as tense. 

Eventually, the fingers were replaced by the slow slide of his cock. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and raked her nails against his shoulder blades, a small retaliation for the discomfort he was putting her through. 

Their lips continued to be connected and he was slowly sliding into her, pushing inwards deeper and deeper. She suddenly forgot how to breathe, too overwhelmed by all the new sensations that her body was feeling. He pulled away from her and she gasped for air. 

He looked annoyingly triumphant. "I got more in this time," he said. "Think you can handle more?" 

She nodded. It wasn't as bad as earlier, now that she knew what to brace for. 

The minutes began to blur together. He fucked himself in slowly, shaking like a leaf with each spasm and clench of her body around him and she felt like she was losing her mind.

Everything was slowed down. That felt like a common theme with Kent. Everything was either too fast or too slow. She knew better than to ask for something that she was no longer sure if she was prepared for. 

The sensation of being stretched too much passed and he pushed in deeper. It was both arousing and infuriating. The pleasure that was mixed by the pain of her body not being prepared to take something so thick so deep inside of her. 

Frankly, this sort of sucks. She didn't understand why people did this. She never wanted to do it again. 

"Thanks," Kent said dryly. 

Did she say all that out loud? She flashed him a smile with her canine teeth and patted him on his bicep. He had very nice biceps. 

"You talk too much," he reprimanded. And then, as if to punish her for her lip, he slid in just a little further and brushed against a part of her that was so pleasurable and intense that she moaned loudly, the sound startling both of them. 

He stared at her, mouth hanging open. It was so ridiculous that she was torn between laughing and moaning again because he was still touching her there, where everything was so good and pleasurable. 

Then, he recovered. 

She braced herself. 

"Are you sure you never want to do this again?" he teased, a cocky grin on his face and pushed himself in further. Each rub against her erogenous zones erupted another mortifying noise out of her and she bowed her head forward, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. His hands on her hips felt too much and his cock inside of her felt so overwhelming. He was all around her, occupying every single pore, every thought in her mind and every atom in her body. 

"So much," she rasped. 

His hands moved to her thighs, pushing her back and folding her in half. He kept sliding in and in, her body growing pliant and open with the...