Felina loved their room. It was spacious yet cozy with a fireplace, thick carpeting and a little balcony overlooking the beach. As with the rest of the inn, she'd put much thought into decorating it. The heavy drapes that kept out the daylight were of a deep pink material and matched the handmade comforter on the oversized bed. The big bed had been Falken's idea and a necessity with his preference for very active lovemaking.
Felina stepped into the adjoining bathroom. After turning on the water in the large marble tub, she undressed and stood naked in front of the full-length, brass-rimmed mirror. She briefly admired her tall, curvy body then began brushing her long brown hair.
"Hey," Falken called, tapping on the door. "Mind if I share your bath?"
"Please do," she called.
He stepped in and growled softly, seductively. Slipping his arms around her, he kissed her ear and said, "You look gorgeous."
Felina smiled and placed her hands over his, tilting her head to the side and allowing him to more easily kiss and lick her neck.
"So do you," she said, guiding one of his hands down to her pubic mound. His fingers stroked through her thatch of hair and gently fondled her soft folds of flesh. "I've always had a thing for sea wolves."
He chuckled and used his sharp canine teeth to gently scrape her shoulder. "Glad to know I still turn you on now that the great Vampire Lover has graced us with his presence."
"Falken!" She reached up and teasingly slapped his face. "You know you've always turned me on. And you can't decide if you like Pax or not."
"Let's not talk about Pax," he growled, turned her in his arms and pulled her so close her breasts flattened against his chest. One of his hands cupped her bottom and squeezed. "There are more important things to do at the moment."
She looked up at him with her most seductive expression. "Such as?"
"This." Falken swept her into his arms, carried her to the tub and placed her in the water.
He quickly shed his clothes and joined her in the bath.
Falken sat with his back against the side of the tub and pulled her into his arms. He growled softly and felt his canine teeth elongate even more as he called upon his wolf nature. Felina also growled, the soft, sexual sound sending a rush of desire through him. His cock stirred and he nuzzled her shoulder and neck, scraping his teeth along her flesh. His skin tingled as his wolfish pelt sprang out. Felina also summoned her inner wolf. A glossy black coat covered her curvaceous body.
Cupping her breasts, Falken squeezed them and brushed his thumbs over the stiff, dark nipples that poked through her wolfish coat. They were covered in soft flesh and he used the hairless pads on his fingertips to pinch and stroke them. The very tips of his extended claws gently teased the sensitive buds and she gasped with pleasure. Falken knew exactly how she loved to be touched.
One of his hands caressed between her breasts and trailed down her stomach to cup her pubic mound. His heated palm massaged her, stirring her desire. When he dipped his fingers inside her, she was hot, slick and so ready for him.
Yet Falken didn't seem in the mood to hurry. He nipped her earlobe and licked her neck and shoulder with his velvety tongue. It felt wonderful, yet she also knew how good that tongue felt on other parts of her.
As if sensing what she wanted, Falken grasped her waist and repositioned her so that she straddled him in the water.
"Falken," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck and gazing into his eyes -- the eyes of a man she had known and loved all her life. She and Falken were and would always be part of each other. They knew each other better than anyone.
Since changing to their wolf forms, their faces had elongated slightly. She brushed her nose against his and kissed him, their teeth clicking and tongues stroking.
Her pelvis pressed against his stiff cock and she rocked against him, loving the sensation of their bodies rubbing against each other. Falken groaned and grasped handfuls of her hair, holding her face close to his as his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, as if they were new to each other rather than old lovers.
She had expected their lust to fade over the years, but they still pleased each other as much as when they'd first met, perhaps more. Back then they had still been learning about one another. Now each knew exactly how the other liked to be touched, kissed, sucked and nipped.
While they feasted on each other with passionate kisses, Felina reached down and began stroking his cock beneath the warm water. He swelled even more in her grasp and she knew by the raggedness of his breathing that he was nearing the edge. She was also aroused almost beyond endurance. In the midst of pleasure she thought how interesting it would be to have Pax with them at this moment, maybe fucking her -- or Falken -- from behind.
The mental picture of Pax on his knees to Falken, sucking his cock, nearly sent her over the edge.
She quickly rose onto her knees and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy. Their gazes locked and her heart pounded at the lustful expression in his amber eyes. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.
Falken grasped her waist, his claws lightly scraping through her pelt. His hands slid around to her ass. He squeezed and stroked it, his finger running lightly along the indentation of her buttocks.
Filled with his thick, hard cock, Felina rocked upon him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, its rhythm matching that of her greedily pumping hips.
Growls and groans of lust rumbled in his chest and she mewled in reply, her hands clutching his shoulders and stroking the steely muscles of his back.
As their passion grew, Falken's hips jerked upward. Water from the tub slapped against their straining bodies and she heard some of it drip onto the floor, but she didn't care. All that mattered at the moment was the wonderful orgasm that was about to overtake her.