Page 56 of A Wolf in the Garden

“This should not be possible, my little human, I should not be able to fit so well inside you like this.”

“I’m not human!” I cry, suddenly understanding, suddenly owning that fact. I can feel it, that fae magic Nerilina referred to, feel it around me in the earth and the trees, in the starlight above, in the moonlight that is beginning to fill up this world. It exists in every blade of grass below us, and in the pleasant stretch in my core as I fuck my mate.Magic.

“Is that so?” His breath is suddenly hot on my neck, his hands pressed to the tartan mat on either side of me once more, his long tongue licking a stripe up my spine. He surges forward within me and I cry out again.It’s so good, it’s so damn good.

“You want to be fucked by a wolf, little fairy?” he teases, his cock doing just that.

“I want to be fucked bymywolf,” I hiss in reply, shifting my hands until my fingers brush his. “Fuck me, Evander. I am yours, but darling, you aremine.”

“Yes,” he growls in agreement, sharp teeth grazing my neck, my shoulders. Hips thrusting, breath panting, teeth bared, he fucks into me, and when I reach to touch myself, he pushes my hand to the side with a growled “Mine.”

I whimper as the rough pad of his finger rubs circles over my clit, the drag of his claws over my labia adding to the sensation, the danger, the awareness of being taken by a beast.

“Mine to touch,” he rumbles. “Mine to pleasure. My mate. You feel so fucking good.”

“My mate,” I echo, so close to falling apart. “You are mine and I am yours.” I’m babbling now, incoherent, nothing but a bunch of firing nerve endings as he slams into me, over and over. I can feel it, pleasure building once more.It shouldn’t be this good.

“Let it go, my love,” he rasps against my ear. “I will catch you when you fall.”

I come so hard that I scream, voice hoarse, howling in the open air. He follows me, coming, and as I sag on my elbows I absolutelyfeel it, the endless stream of cum that fills me with suchheatas his hips jerk and his body covers mine once more, his hot breath ragged above me. He stills, his clawed hand reaching between us, and I realise he’s squeezing his knot, too large to fit inside me. I press my forehead to the ground, my ears ringing, body tingling, feeling absolutely spent, and when he pulls free I groan at the gush of liquid that pours from me. It’s such a mess, but it’s somehow erotic, and I laugh quietly as I flop down fully on the mat, rolling onto my back so I can look up at Van.

The tilt of his head, the slight frown, and the twist of his tall, tufted ears all add to the impression that he’s concerned, and I reach out, my hand grazing his muzzle. “That was amazing,” I say, my chest still heaving with every breath. “I was just addingfluid kinkandmonsterfuckerto my mental list of things I didn’t know about myself at the start of this week. Are you okay? Do you need me to squeeze your knot?”

He huffs against my hand, mouth opening, tongue darting out to taste my skin. “I’m… in awe of you,” he says, and it’s so odd, hearing his voice, deeper but stillhis, coming out of this werewolf. It’s Van, I know it’s Van, but it’s still jarring, as if my brain can’t quite keep up with what I’m seeing.

He lowers himself down next to me, and I curl against him, his huge arm under my head, wrapping around my body. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of him, still the same despite the fur that tickles my nose. I am physically exhausted now and could easily fall asleep, but the cool air on my back makes me shiver as it hits the sweat on my skin and the release that coats both the inside of my thighs and my ass. Copious amounts of cum, indeed.

“You’re cold.”

“It’s okay. You’re really warm. Like a big cuddly teddy bear.”

He rumbles at that description, and I lift my head to grin at him. He bares his teeth in a mock snarl for a moment, before it turns into a sharp-toothed smile. “I’ve been described as many things, but never a teddy bear.”

I can see that. I have no doubt that if I encountered him in the dark, not knowing who he was, I’d run screaming. He’s huge, monstrous, and I’m sure that he could be absolutely terrifying, if he wanted to be. Yet the more I look at him, the more I just see my Evander, especially in those expressive eyes of his.

I shiver again, my skin breaking out in goosebumps, and he reaches for my bag with his free arm, snagging it with a claw, managing to pull it close enough for him to dig into it one-handed. Out come the woollen blankets I packed. He arranges them over my body and part of his, and I immediately feel warmer as our shared body heat is trapped inside this cosy cocoon.

“Sleep,” he says, and I close my eyes, doing just that.

* * *

The moon is high above us when I wake. I’m surprisinglynotdisorientated, awareness of my surroundings present from the moment I open my eyes, as if it’s completely normal to wake up in the furred arms of a very large werewolf male, his huge wide-blown pupils glowing like reflective beacons under the moonlight, and the ocean waves crashing mere metres away from my head.

After staring at him open-mouthed for a few seconds, I lick my lips, blinking at the moonlit scene around us. The wind is just starting to pick up, and the ocean feels restless, the waves stronger than before. My brain snags on that thought for a moment… the oceanfeelsrestless. I canfeelit, or at least I can feel the tug of the current onsomethingthat lies beneath.

I shake my head.Weird.I’m obviously still in dreamland, at least more than I originally thought. “It’s high tide,” I say out loud, hoping that by speaking, the last of that odd sensation will clear.

Van sits up, pulling me onto his lap, keeping me wrapped in the warm, well-worn blankets. His frame completely dwarfs mine — it already does in his regular man form, but as a werewolf he’shuge.“Just after high tide, yes. The waves were at their highest just a while ago. I’ve been listening to them coming in all night.”

“Have you been awake the whole time?”

“Mmhm. I don’t usually sleep under the full moon, not until near dawn, and not unless I’m in my bed.”

I snort, shaking my head as I have another epiphany. “I thought you were just being rich-boy extra, with that humongous custom-made bed of yours.”

“No. It’s made for me in this size.” His large ears twitch, his lips moving in the same way as when he is a man — with that hint of a smile — and it’s the oddest thing to see on his werewolf face. He seems to change his mind about whatever he was about to say, instead lifting his huge clawed hand to my face. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” I answer honestly. “I thought, maybe, I’d feel a little weirder about… you know…”

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