Page 28 of Sasquatch's Claiming

“It’ll be hard to rest with that,” Bernadette whispered against his ear.

“It’s hard not to think about you when you’re so close.”

“I think I can take care of that.”

He watched as she straddled him. She was so luscious, her pussy hovering over his cock. He reached out to and ran his thumb through the blonde curls between her thighs, looking for her clit.

“No,” she commanded. “You only watch. No touching.”

He growled weakly. She fisted his cock and slowly sank on it. Her pussy was so wet and hot.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.

Bernadette rocked her hips, riding him. She was panting, rolling her curvy hips, rising up off his dick and then sinking back down.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “Rub your clit.”

“Only if you cup my breasts,” she panted, licking her fingers and then rubbing herself.

He growled appreciatively and cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples, longing to suckle them.

“Oh shit,” she moaned. “Going to come.”

He ignored her request then and bucked up, grabbing her hips to hold her tight against him as he quickened his thrusts so he could come at the same time as her. Her pussy squeezed him and he emptied his seed into her.

Bernadette collapsed against him and he pulled her over to him, drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

7

“Look at the moon,” she said. “Mom, look.”

Her mother frowned. “Don’t look at it.”

“Why?” Bernadette asked.

“It’s a bad moon. It’ll make you do bad things. Bad blood.”

A wolf howled behind her and she spun around to see a wolf with eyes like hers.

“Remember who you are,” the wolf said.

Then her uncle appeared, his flesh black, his eyes red.

“Mine.”

Bernadette woke with a start, her heart still racing.

All night she had strange dreams.

Mostly about her uncle and other horrible things that were visiting her, but every time she woke up from the nightmare, she only had to look over at Ben sleeping next to her to know that she was safe and the nightmares were just that.

Still, it worried her that something dark was after her. And why wolves? Why the moon?

The wraith, the one the others called Cillian, said to claim her mate.

Which she thought she had, but the idea of having a child with him, it was a little overwhelming. It was something she had always wanted, but never thought she could have. When the pink sun from the dawn snuck through the curtains at the front of the cabin, Bernadette snuck out of Ben’s arms and went to go stand outside for a few moments and breathe in the fresh morning air.

She didn’t have any ill feelings or trepidation as she stood there.

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