Page 129 of A Wolf in the Garden

The fact that it’s gone doesn’t give me any relief, my body too aware that the full moon rises tonight. It’s going to be a day of lust-filled thoughts in every moment that I’m not actively fucking my mate, and it’s a relief when her breathing changes slightly, her hand drifting down my abdomen until her fingers are wrapping around my knot, squeezing tight.

I grunt at the sensation, my head tipped back against the pillow as my hand moves faster now, pulling and squeezing at my cock, Ellie’s amused hum telling me that she’s now fully awake.

That’s all the permission I need, and I roll, sliding down in the bed so that my lips can latch onto her neck, nipping at her skin, quick bites against her shoulder, her collarbone, and the small swell of her breast. “Oh,” she sighs, her legs falling open as I run my tongue back and forth over her nipple, and I waste no time in coasting a hand down her stomach to the soft wet heat of her cunt. I throw back the blankets, my mouth follows the same path, planting kisses down her body until the taste of her sweet pussy is on my tongue.

“Fuck, Evander,” she whispers, her voice still thick with sleep as I do just that, pressing two fingers into her so I can fuck her slowly while I suck on her clit. I fucking love hearing her whimper, love feeling the scrape of her nails on my scalp as her body grows taut, her thighs shaking until she comes with a cry, back arching like a bow, cunt clenching around my fingers. I keep licking her clit until she gently pushes me away, though I can’t resist biting her inner thigh in parting, leaving a red crescent on her skin.

She sighs happily, cheeks reddened and eyes hooded as she watches me lick my fingers. Her sighs turn to moans as I lift her legs until her heels are hooked on my shoulders, the first press of my cock into her dripping core driving me insane. I tease her with just the tip, holding her in place, grinning as she gasps. “Van,” she says breathlessly. “Van.”

I can’t take it any longer, sliding deep into her, until she’s flush against my knot. She’s so fucking wet already, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

“Morena,” I say, nipping her ankle with my teeth, smiling at the way she moans at the slow backwards drag of my cock.

“Oh,morena,” she replies, gasping again as I thrust a little harder this time. “Oh, this is definitely a good morning.”

“Damn, you beat me to it. That was going to be my next question. ‘E pehea ana koe?’And you were going to answer ‘E pai ana!’ as you come around my dick.”

She laughs, overwhelming love pulsing through our bond. Her legs slip off my shoulders and her arms reach out towards me, the gold of her wedding band glinting with the movement. “Is that how it’s going to go? Come here, I want to feel your body over mine.”

I do as I’m told, grinding into her, supporting myself on my elbows as her arms wrap around my back, her mouth latching onto my shoulder, right over the silver scar of the mating bite she gave me. My balls tighten in response, aching with the need to empty into her. “Fuck that’s good,” I growl, my thrusts relentless now, our flesh slapping together, the headboard thumping against the wall. “You going to come for me again, baby? Because you’re making me fucking feral right now.” I pin her hands back against the bed, gathering her wrists together with one hand, bracing myself against the headboard with the other, slamming into her, my teeth bared in a snarl. Inside my wolves howl because she ismine, my mate to have and to fill, and all I can do now is try to fuck some of this pent up lust out of my system.

“Knot me,” she moans. “Knot me and I’ll come, please,pleeease.”

“You want my knot?”Fill her. Satisfy her. Mate, mate, mate.

“Yes!”

I could draw this out, edge her a few times, prolong the inevitable and prolong the ache for me. One glance outside at the blue sky tells me we don’t have the time; we barely have time for a knot this morning, but as she digs her heels into my ass, trying to pull me deeper into her body, I can’t think beyond my own need for pleasure.Nothingfeels better than the tight squeeze of her cunt.

“Evander!”she demands, writhing under me. “I’m so fucking close! Fuckingknot me!” There’s the hint of an alpha bark behind her words, enough to send a shiver down my spine, and a growl rips from my throat as I slam into her, knot and all. There’s a time for sweet lovemaking but this isn’t it, my growls and her deep groan filling the air as my knot swells within her, locking us in place, the rhythm of her orgasm mirroring mine as I empty into her.My mate. My scent. My wife. Mine, mine, mine.

When I’m spent, I relax into her with a sigh, the maddening lust momentarily abating, my pulse pounding in my ears, her heartbeat echoing mine as I kiss her forehead and release her wrists. She traces patterns down my back, her lips planting soft kisses across my collarbone, murmuring“I love you,”in her sweet, satisfied voice. I wish we could stay like this all day, but as the minutes tick by I can sense her nervousness build through the bond, the same as it has been all week.

I’ll be glad when this weekend is over, simply because then she’ll be able to relax.

“We’re going to have to push it now, to get ready in time,” she says as I roll us onto our sides. She hisses as I adjust us both, my knot pulling on her for a moment. “Oooh. That knot better go down fast.”

I huff. “You’re the one that begged for it.Andalmost ordered it.” The fact that she can use my alpha bark against me is a secret we keep closely guarded, and something we’ve only tested a handful of times.

“I know, but you’re the one that woke me up by eating me out.” Her nose presses against my chest as she inhales deeply. “You started it.”

“Mmm. I needed it. I needed this.” I grab a handful of her gloriously round ass, squeezing it. “The moon is going to drive me insane today.”

She hums in agreement. “I know. And I’m not complaining, really. This was the best way to start the day.”

“A nice distraction,” I agree. “Now every time you get nervous this morning, you can just think about me fucking you senseless, alright?”

She laughs, lips stretched in a wide smile against my skin. “I’ll do that. And I’m looking forward to tonight.”

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Ellie and I walk hand in hand between the twopohutukawathat guard the garden’s entrance. They’ve grown significantly since we planted them last summer, and now stand over ten feet tall thanks to Ellie’s magic. They’re still young, with no significant trunk or branch development like you see in the old specimens that cover the New Zealand coastline, but I catch Ellie feeding these two her magic often, and I think she’s determined for them to grow into full maturity as soon as possible. She talks about wanting branches good enough to climb, and I know she’s thinking about our future, and the visions my mother saw all those years ago.

We step onto the concrete path that now winds its way through the entire garden. People are welcome to walk all over the grassed areas, to picnic in the spaces, to go through the children’s maze and visit the chickens at the back end. The path is wide enough for both strollers and wheelchairs to be used simultaneously and has access from the new adjacent accessibility car park so it means everyone can enjoy the garden.

“People really went to town on the poor daisies,” Ellie says, cringing as she points in the direction of the first major flower bed. “They’ve stripped it bare!”

“Luckily I know someone that can fix it.”

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