Page 34 of A Wolf in the Garden

“Oh, lovely,” I grin, looking over my shoulder at him. “We’re even, then.”

“We’re perfect.” He leans in, placing a kiss at the corner of my mouth.

Minutes float by, and I bask in his scent, rubbing his shins with my feet and placing kisses on the bicep that acts as a pillow for my head. Van snags the blankets from the bottom of the bed with his foot, pulling them up over me just as I begin to grow cold.

“Now I get why you said you wanted us to be horizontal for this part.”

“Hmm. I’m going to get a ledge built into the shower.”

“Like a seat? For knotting?”

He shrugs. “Why not?”

“Why not knot?Now there’s a slogan.”

His laugh rumbles behind me. “You’re cute.”

I close my eyes. In the distance, arurucalls repetitively, its distinctive‘more-pork’sound reminding me of home. We used to hear the small owls all the time in Bluewater Bay, especially in the forested area surrounding the Livingston’s mansion. Van must be thinking the same thing, because he murmurs, “I missed hearing those little guys. It’s good to be back.”

“You’re happy then? With the move here?”

“How could I not be, when you’re here? But yes, I’m happy. I avoided coming back for so long partly because…” he takes a deep breath, not bothering to finish when we both know what he was going to say.Jenny.“But being here feels like both a fresh start and like I’m coming home.”

“A lot of your childhood was here. I mean, two months out of each year is fairly significant.”

“It is, and they were always the best months, too.”

I curl my fingers over his, squeezing tight, mimicking the squeezing sensation in my heart. “Welcome home, then,” I whisper.

He kisses my head again. “Thank you.”

Sometime later, he whispers in my ear, “I think my knot is finally going down. That’s got to be some sort of record — the clock says forty-five minutes.”

“Hmmmm.”You were timing it?I want to ask, amused at the idea that this might be the wolf version of a dick-measuring contest, but the words never make it past my lips, drowsiness sealing them shut. Instead I lie with my eyes closed as he traces circles on my skin, leaving me cognisant of every touch, every shift, every press of his deliciously warm flesh against mine. Strong arms pull me closer against him, and I breathe deep, enjoying the tranquillity of this moment.So much has changed in so little time.

It’s my last coherent thought before sleep drags me under.

* * *

Iwake with a gasp. The light in the room is still dim, the stunning view all dark ocean and deep purple sky, stars winking out of sight one by one, and the moon shining orange and magnified as it sets over the distant Auckland City.

Van’s cock is still inside me; we must have both fallen asleep before his knot came free. It’s flaccid, but growing harder by the second, a grunt of surprise from him telling me he’s also waking up.Better get some cranberry juice in the morning or I’m going to be screwed.

I wiggle experimentally, letting out a small “Oh,” as his dick swells from half-hard to completely stiff, the sensation of beingabsolutely filledfrom the inside making my clit ache with need. Van’s hand lands on my hip in a firm grip, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

“Ellie.” His breath is hot on my neck, his lips following a moment later, his hand running from hip to waist to breasts. He cups and squeezes and tweaks, until both my nipples are hard against his calloused fingers and I’m moaning at the wet, slow glide of his dick, in and out of my core. I am hyper-aware of his knot with each press of it against the lips of my pussy, eager to be stuffed full of it once more, my hand reaching back to dig my nails into the flesh of his muscular thigh.

“Oh,fuck,” he groans against my neck, picking up the pace. He thrusts hard, making me cry out, the continuousslap slapof our flesh ringing out in the stillness of predawn. I push back against him, impaling myself on more of his cock, and he bites at my neck. “I need to fuck you, and I don’t want to be gentle,” he growls.Wolf.

“Yes.”

“On your knees, then, baby.”

I’ve never moved faster, his cock sliding out of me with a rush of fluid from our earlier coupling. I’m too horny to care about how much I’m dripping all over the sheets, getting into position, ass up and head down against the pillow, offering myself as prey for the growling wolf behind me. He slaps my ass, making me gasp, pleasure shooting directly to my core.He remembers that I like that.

When I look back at him over my shoulder, he’s grinning, sharp teeth on display, eyes entirely inhuman, and I shiver. “Do that again,” I demand, not quite recognising the husky-voiced vixen that seems to have taken control of my body. “Slap me. Fuck me. I’m yours.”

“Oh, Goddess.” His dick presses ever so slightly inside, another slap landing on my other ass cheek, making me cry out because it feelsso fucking good,and when he slides home I practically sob with relief at being filled again.

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