Page 152 of Bull Moon Rising

“I must have done it wrong if you have to ask.”

She shakes her head. “It was wonderful.”

I cup the back of her neck and tilt her face up to mine once more. “My sweet Aspeth,” I murmur, pressing a second kiss on the tip of her nose. It feels just as awkward as the first, but she makes a happy sigh, and so I continue, kissing her cheek and then her brow. “My lovely, precious wife.”

Her expression grows dreamy, and her hands roam over my coat. “Shall I distract the cat with food from the kitchen so I can be alone with my husband?”

“I like that idea.”

Aspeth gives me a sweet smile and scoops her cat up again, burying her face against its neck as she carries it across the dormitory. I pull off my sash and coat, stripping off some of the many layers of full guild regalia. I’m most comfortable in just a shirt and breeches, but I suppose that will be changing now that I’m a guild master. Ah well.

She returns a while later, her arms empty and her clothes changed, her hair wet from a bath. Aspeth immediately crosses the room to me, a sly smile on her face. “I decided to wash up and borrowed one of the fledgling uniforms. Getting started without me?”

“Just taking a few things off.” I pull her into my arms and rub my nose against the curve of her neck. It’s half-hidden by the high collar of her uniform, and I want to tear the damn thing from her body. “How I’ve missed your scent.”

“I’ve missed you, too. Everything about you.” Her hands roam over my shirt, as if she wants to touch me everywhere all at once. “Can I undress you?”

I nod, and then she pulls my clothing off, piece by piece, until I stand before her in nothing but my skin. She makes a pleased sound, moving forward and pressing her mouth to my chest, even as her hand slides to my cock. Aspeth curls her fingers around my length, teasing it, and then glances up at me. “No knot?”

“Not for another five years.”

“It’ll be strange without it,” she confesses.

“I’ll make it good for you. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Never disappointed,” she says, voice achingly sweet, and strokes my cock again. Her fingers dance over the tip, and when a bead of pre-cum appears, she draws circles on my skin with it. “How far we’ve come in just two months, you and I.”

“Yes. Now you’re no longer asking me why I’m dripping.”

She buries her face against my chest, her shoulders shaking with laughter. “Cruel of you to toss that in my face.”

“I thought it was charming. I think I fell in love with you in that moment.”

“Well, you had a funny way of showing it. I thought you hated me for the longest time.”

Never. “Just fighting my feelings. I’m not good with them.”

Aspeth smiles up at me, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Taurian or human or fae or anything else. Nothing can compare to my wife’s teasing smile. I want to crush her against me and hold her tight and never let her go. “I still haven’t yelled at you for your stunt in the tunnels.”

“Tomorrow,” she tells me, her hand tightening around my cock. She gives me a pump with her fist, one that makes my breath catch. “Tomorrow we think about the rest of the world. Tonight I just want it to be us.”

I like that idea.

FIFTY-ONE

HAWK

Ireach over andtug the shirt over her head and then untie the laces of her corset, grumbling at how many layers women wear. All the while she pets and toys with my cock. It seems to take forever to get her undressed, but once her clothes are pooling at her feet, there’s nothing but soft, dimpled flesh in front of my eyes and I want to feast on her forever.

I cup one heavy breast, pleased that it’s large enough to fill my hand. Her nipple puckers and I stroke it even as I rub my muzzle against her face and neck. Her hand continues to tease my cock, but it doesn’t take long for me to get as hard as a rock. I know from my hazy memories of our time in the crypt that Aspeth is responsive, but she needs to be petted a bit first. So I haul her over to the bed, set her down on the mattress, and lie down next to her. I use one hand to play with her gorgeous breasts while I finger her cunt until she’s slick with arousal.

She makes these sweet, gaspy noises when I touch her that set my body on fire with need, and I stand up to move between her parted thighs, murmuring encouragement as I fit my cock to her entrance. She’s hot and wet and clutches at my cock like a glove, and when I rock over her, she moans and wraps her legs around my waist.

“I like the knot,” she pants between my thrusts, her tits bouncing as I fuck her, “but this is nicer.” Her hand strays down my arm, and she digs her nails into my muscles, her back arching. “Oh gods, you feel huge even now.”

Such flattery.

I make love to my wife, my strokes leisurely and deep as I claim her, and when Aspeth comes, she quakes around my cock and holds tightly to me, her orgasm a thing of beauty as she falls apart in my arms. Then it’s my turn, and I slide my thumb over her clit, making sure she feels everystroke as I pound into her. Her cunt clenches around me a second time as I come, and then stars dance before my eyes, my hooves slamming on the wood floor as I grind deep inside her, shooting my release.

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