Page 33 of A Wolf in the Garden

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, lifting me up by the waist, pulling free, the sudden emptiness a shock that makes me gasp. He lowers me to the mattress beside him, turning me onto my side and lifting my leg. I am a spineless doll, his for the taking. His body moves flush against my back, spooning me, his cock finding my entrance and sliding in with ease and a satisfied sigh from us both. He wraps an arm under my head, while his other hand finds my clit, and like this there’s very little work to do for such a great reward, his constant thrusts and that toe-curling circling of my clit bringing me back to the edge quickly.

“Baby,” he grunts, the slap of his flesh against mine a more urgent beat now, the constant pressure of his dick drawing a continuous stream of gasps and sounds and curses and grunts offuck yesfrom my mouth. “Baby, look at me.” I turn my head, looking at him over my shoulder as he rises on his elbow, leaning over me so we are face to face, our breaths mingling, my body so close.

“Ellie,” and there’s something in his voice I haven’t heard before, not a snarl, not a bite, but acommand, his tone holding me in the sweet agony of anticipation.Alpha. I’m not a wolf, but it doesn’t matter, my body responding to him all the same.

“Come.”

The order slams into me, and with it I come again with a scream, eyes locked with his, as he grips my hip tight enough to leave bruises, snarling as he thrusts one last time. His knot breaches me, filling me beyond what anything has before, the sensation a blinding hot dichotomy of pleasure and pain, my cunt spasming around him, around the swelling flesh locking us together. Ifeelthe hot spurts of his cum within me, feel him fill me as he promised, the sheer volume so much more than that of a human. He buries his face against my neck, grunting, my pussy still convulsing around his knot, the aftershocks of my orgasm leaving me twitching and gasping, every brush of his fingers across my oversensitive clit making my legs jerk. I whimper as I feel his cock give one last twitch, the last of his seed spilling forth as he slumps into the mattress behind me, his nose buried in my hair.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears, but above that, there’s no sound but our panting breaths and the waves crashing on the shore below. For the first time, I take in the view out the window, the curve of the bay a black silhouette in the distance that cuts through the ocean, the water illuminated by the moon.

“Ellie, are you alright? How are you feeling?”

I sigh, leaning my head further back against Van. “I feel…”full, stretched, stuffed, well-ridden,“wonderful,” I whisper. “Amazing.”

His hand caresses my thigh, my hip, my waist, before curling comfortably over my breast. “You’re not too sore? I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m perfect. You?”

He huffs against my hair, and I feel the drag of his lips as he kisses my head, followed by the sound of him taking a deep breath, inhaling my scent. “Fantastic.”

“Hmmm.” I reach back to rub his hip, feeling deliciously drowsy. “How long does this usually last for?” I ask quietly, referring to the knot holding us together. “I’m in no rush — I really like this — I’m just curious.”

“Twenty to thirty minutes, I think,” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t really know more than that. The knot never fully swells unless it’s locked inside a person.”

“Does it change from partner to partner, then? The timing, I mean.”

“I’m not sure.” He swallows with an audible click of his throat. “I’ve never knotted anyone before.”

“Oh?” There’s that flutter in my chest again, my heart betraying me as always.It doesn’t mean anything. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

After a pause, he explains. “Knotting a human prior to the Unravelling would have required a very permanent relationship, to justify revealing our secrets and removing glamour and… I never wanted that with anyone I met in the past nine years. As for wolves; it’s for breeding, that’s its purpose. It’s the knot that triggers ovulation in wolf females, did you know that?”

“No! Does that go for both shifters and werewolves, then?”

“Yeah. They still have regular cycles too, but if they’re knotted, they’ll ovulate again, and wolf sperm cells live a few extra days compared to humans, so,” I feel, more than see, him shrug behind me, “accidents happen. I never wanted to risk it.”

I glance back out the window, at the moonlight reflected in the water. “Does the moon impact you, at all? Other than when it’s full, I mean.”

“It does.” His teeth scrape my ear, making me shiver. “This week, leading up to the full moon… I apologise in advance if I struggle to keep my hands off of you. Though, to be honest, I think I’d struggle regardless of the phases of the moon.” He cups my breast, thumb running back and forth over my nipple, and I clench my pussy around his knot, making him grunt.

“I’m not going to complain if you do this to me every day,” I tell him, turning my head to kiss him once more, a slow glide of lips and tongues. Nothing has ever felt as intimate as this moment here, tied to him, bathed in moonlight as we stare into each other’s eyes.

Van’s hand wanders down my stomach to rub over my clit once more. My leg jerks involuntarily, and I suck in a breath at the sensation. “Too sensitive?”

“A little,” I admit. “Is that okay?”

“That’s fine, baby. I just don’t want to leave you hanging if you want to come again.”

I laugh at that, wiggling my backside against him, feeling the pleasant tug of that thick knot within me. “I’ve come five times in the past 24 hours, I’m good. Better than I have been in a long time.”

“Huh, I only counted four. Or did you —”

“Get your letter and then masturbate to thoughts about you? Yeah, I did that.”

Van barks out a laugh, jostling the bed and us both with the force of it. “I’m not ashamed!” I declare. “I’m not!”

“You shouldn’t be. Besides, I’ve been jerking off to thoughts of you daily since we met up again.”

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