Page 95 of A Wolf in the Garden

“Easy,” Bronte says. “Seth, don’t be a little shit-stirrer. We’ve already discussed where everyone will be for the moon, so there’s no need to bring it up again.”

“I wish Lacey had been more organised and found a sitter so we don’t have to take turns watching the boys,” he complains. “Can’t we just leave them, anyway? They’ll be sleeping the whole time. I can’t think of anything worse than being a werewolf stuck watching TV in the middle of the night.”

Lacey’s growl rips through the air as she scowls at her younger brother. “We had less than twenty-four hours to get organised! I’msorryI couldn’t ask my short-term nanny to come live halfway across the world on a single day’s notice! Besides, Dad can remain amanthe whole night, I don’t see what the problem is,heshould be watching the boys.”

This time it’s Weston’s turn to growl. “That’s bullshit Lacey, and you know it. You think my wolf is going to put up with not shifting the entire full moon?” The sound of his growl, in particular, sends a shiver down my spine, and beside me, Van grows still.

“Dad, it’s one night,” Lacey argues back.

“I’ll stay!” Cam says, the deep timbre of his voice cutting through everyone else. He turns to Lacey, who looks at him with wide eyes. “I’ll stay the night, lass, and take care of your pups. It’s nae bother. Like you said, they’ll sleep through, anyway.”

“Oh, no… you don’t have to.”

“It will help everyone, aye? It’s only one night. I remember what it’s like, when they’re wee ones and your sense of freedom is impinged so heavily. This way you dinnae have to worry about them at all.”

“I’m staying too,” Nerilina declares. “Just in case. Ellie’s magic manifested last full moon; she’s my client, so I’m staying on site in case support is needed.”

I see Bronte purse her lips momentarily before shrugging. “I really think that’s unnecessary, but if you need to…”

“I need to.”

“Alright.”

* * *

The sun is dipping dangerously close to the horizon by the time Van sets the keyless lock on the final restaurant door, alarming it for the night. Everyone else has disappeared, and he turns to me, palming the front of his sweatpants, not even bothering to hide the thick bar of his erection. “I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t do something about this. Seriously. I don’t think I can walk down to the beach right now. It’s because I haven’t bitten you yet — it’s fucking with my mind and my dick.”

It’s tempting to laugh at the frustrated expression on his face, though I don’t. I know that he’d planned a quiet weekend for us off the back of our romantic getaway — a weekend where we barely had to leave the bed — and instead the past two days have been hectic. “Where are the security cameras around here?”

“Everywhere.”

“Come on, there must be a blindspot somewhere.”

He thinks for only a second before lifting me, tossing me over his shoulder. I yelp in surprise and he smacks my ass, the whole thing screamingprimal caveman. He carries me around the corner, down the deck stairs and into an outdoor gazebo area with fabric walls on three sides. It’s overflow seating for wine tastings, and he sets me down on a bench seat. “I don’t even know where my parents are.”

“If you can’t hear them, they can’t hear you, right?” I’m already pulling down his waistband, releasing him, hot and swollen and leaking precum. “Oh Van,” I say, pulling back his foreskin and pressing my lips to the underside of his fat crown, before licking over the head, tasting him. His breath releases in a shaky moan that extends when I take him into my mouth, sucking hard.

“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”

I squeeze his balls, making him hiss, feeling him strain within my mouth. He really is close already, the coming of the moon making him desperate to spill, and I yank down the front of my strappy singlet, exposing my breasts. “Come on my tits,” I demand, knowing this kind of thing appeals to his wolves, and to him. He wants me to smell like him; I’ll fucking smell like him, then.

He grunts, thrusting into my hand as I drag my grip up and down his cock, his foreskin moving with my fingers, my speed increasing until he’s doing nothing but panting heavily, pupils blown wide and reflective, canines suddenly longer, sharper, each grunt more of a growl. I use my free hand to squeeze his knot, thick and engorged at the base of his shaft, and he jerks with a moan.

I’m dripping wet in my panties by the time he explodes with a grunt, thick spurts of cum coating my chest. I squeeze him through it all, until every creamy white drop is spilled, and then lick him clean.

I stop when I realise that the fingers stroking my face now haveclaws, and I watch with awe as the man I love transforms before me, becomingmore.

Eighteen

ELLIE

Van’s body transforms, growing bulky and monstrously tall, all fur and muscle, his clothes tearing apart and falling away in the process.Everypart of his body grows in size, his penis surging forward and upwards, bumping me in the forehead like a blunt weapon, making me squeak in surprise. I blink up at it in shock once he’s done changing forms; from my seated position, the huge thing hangs over my head like a freaking tree branch.

I can’t believe that fit inside me.

In this dim light it’s hard to make out details other than the sheer size of it; it’sgirthy, extremely so, adding to Nerilina’s theory that my fae magic may have aided in our coupling during the last full moon. My gaze travels down his thick shaft to the pair of massive, heavy balls that now hang directly in front of my face, and my fingers itch with the urge to reach out and touch them, but I’m interrupted by the clawed fingers that graze my chin with a soft touch. I smile as Van gently tilts my head up, and I crane my neck, staring past his dick and up at his wolf head instead, leaning back in my seat until the table behind me bumps my spine.

“Hi Van.”

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