Page 40 of A Wolf in the Garden

He bites the inside of my thigh, hard enough to leave red crescents in the wake of his teeth, and I feel myself grow wetter at howferalthat is. “You willnot. Is that your only objection to this?”

At my nod he grasps my panties with both hands, and a rushed, “I’m going to buy you another pair, okay?” is the only warning I get before he tears through the fabric as if it’s paper, pulling my panties to pieces and tossing the scraps away. His lips are on me in an instant, wet tongue curling over my clit, and I moan at the sensation, my legs widening on their own accord, acquiescing to his demands tosit on his face. His hands grip my ass, pulling me even further against him, and I love the bite of his fingertips digging into the fleshiest parts of me.

I don’t think I will ever get bored of the way he feasts on my cunt as if it’s a meal, the way he fucks me with that monstrous tongue of his, the sound of his groans of pleasure as I ride him to my peak.

Later, when my thighs are shakingly weak and rivulets of sweat run down my boneless spine, multiple orgasms having been wrung from my body, I collapse against him. “I think we really are stuck here,” I murmur against his skin. “There’s no way I’m climbing those stairs right now.”

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Asoftclickpulls me from sleep.That sounded like the door.I bolt upright, blinking into the darkness as I process that thought, heart racing as memory and awareness floods back.Van.

Beside me, the depression in the mattress where he was sleeping is still warm, that blazing heat of his lingering beneath the blankets. I lay back down for a moment, but when it becomes evident that he’s definitely not in the small bathroom directly beneath my loft bed, I rise, all thoughts of going back to sleep now out the window.

With the moon growing ever closer to being full, I can see well enough, the entire house painted in shades of grey as I climb down from the loft and find my phone, squinting at the bright light of the screen.

2.19 AM, WED 5 NOVEMBER.

What the hell is he doing?

Shifting.

As soon as I think it I know it to be true, and the frenetic energy he seemed to possess right before bed suddenly makes sense.He needed to let his wolf out. He’s mentioned before that it can happen.After the blowjob I’d given him and his reciprocal activities, I’d assumed we were done for the night, only to be proved wrong when he’d picked me up like a doll and placed me on my knees on the couch’s armrest, a broad hand between my shoulder blades gently but firmly forcing me down until I was on my elbows on the couch at a ridiculous angle, my bare ass high in the air as the head of his thick cock nudged my entrance. Not the most glamorous position I’ve ever been in, but holy hell, the angle had hitjust right,and I had to applaud him for his innovation given the limited space in my tiny home and my refusal to ever sit on any countertop or table for cultural reasons. He’d taken me hard and fast, my cries formorespurring him on, the circling fingertips on my clit making me come twice more before he unloaded into me with a feral roar, his knot swelling within me once again, filling me with that pressure that I have quickly come to crave.

You’ll have the opposite problem as the full moon approaches.I shake my head at the memory of Nerilina’s words. I’m not complaining; it’s been precisely nine years since a man last fucked me so well and so thoroughly, and my added experience and knowledge of my own pleasure has made this time around with Van even more enjoyable.And you wonder why no one else ever did it for you.

I pull on an oversized hoodie and some leggings and head out into the cool air, leaving my phone inside — with the moon high in a cloudless sky, there’s no need for a torch tonight. Slipping on the pair of sandals I keep just outside the front door, I venture down the stairs, my gasp loud in the quiet air when a huge black wolf steps out from behind the garden shed, its eyes glowing an eerie green-gold in the moonlight.

I’m shivering, and it’s not from the cold air. “Hi, Van,” I force myself to say, unsure what to do. Yesterday morning he explained to me the difference between shifters and werewolves as we ate our breakfast; that shifters take the form of a huge wolf, whilst werewolves are a cross between man and beast, walking upright on two legs, with clawed hands and feet, a body that resembles a person — for the most part — and the head of a wolf. Still, he hadn’t explained whatIshould do when he shifted, and although I don’t feel in any danger, I’m nervous that I might do something inherently wrong.

He approaches slowly, carefully, head lowered and tail wagging. As he moves closer, I spot details I couldn’t make out in the distance; the intelligence in his eyes, the endearing patch of white fur in the centre of his otherwise pitch black chest, the sheer size of his paws, each one far larger than my feet. He stands taller than me at the shoulder, filling out the entire width of the garden path. I lift a hand as he nears, and he nudges it with his wet nose, making a very canine noise that has me letting out a breathy laugh in relief. “Hey,” I whisper, scratching behind his ear automatically, marvelling at just how soft his fur is, how absolutely fucking insane this is. This wolfisVan.

I’ve only ever known Cam as an orc. I’ve obviously had to deal with (or avoid, more like) my own physical changes that came with the Unravelling. Yetthis, this somehow seems more extreme. Four hours ago this man had his dick buried inside me, and now he’s essentially a giant dog.

“Feeling better?” I ask, staring into one reflective eye. His huge head nods, lips pulling back in a canine smile that’s as unnerving as it is cute, and I blurt out, “My, what big teeth you have,” before I can stop myself.

He makes a strangled barking sound that I can only guess is his wolfish version of a laugh as I cover my eyes in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m such a dork.”

“No, you’re not.”

I jump at the sound of his very ‘human’ voice, opening my eyes to find Van standing before me, two legs, handsome smile, and all ten fingers back again. “How did you…?”

“Like I told you yesterday, it’s a form of magic,” he replies. “The actual shift is fairly instantaneous.”

“Oh.” I’m still blushing as he steps forward, those big arms encasing me in his naked warmth, his suddenly erect cock a hard bar against my belly. “You’re a beautiful wolf,” I tell him, because it’s true. “I should have known you would be.”

He’s laughing again, stooping to pick me up bridal-style, and I wrap my arms around his neck automatically. “The teeth scared you, huh?”

“It was a lot,” I admit, because it’s true, and I’ve never been any good at lying. “I mean, I did not expect to meet your wolf at two in the morning. Maybe warn me next time before you let him out to play?”

He grunts in acknowledgement as he climbs the steps to the house. “I couldn’t sleep, and the more I tried, the more he clawed at me, desperate to shift, but I’ll do my best to give you more of a heads up next time.”

“Does he like me?” I ask as he sets me on my feet. I kick off my sandals and step back inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the warm indoor air hits me.

“Baby, my wolves love you,” he says as he locks the door with a click, his movements pausing for a second as the words fall in the space between us, before resuming the task of lowering the fabric blind over the French door once more.

My heart and lungs and breath are all tied up. “Tell them I love them, too,” I whisper.

Nine

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