Page 97 of A Wolf in the Garden

“Good. Now, where were we? You asked me a question before — what it feels like to change under the full moon.”

“Yeah,” I say, sucking in a breath as he bends over me, long tongue licking a stripe down between my breasts to my navel. “What are you doing?” I giggle, as he licks at my side, a spot he knows I find extremely ticklish.

“Lightening the mood. And worshipping you.” He licks again, this time in a line heading south, and my legs fall open. “You asked what it felt like to transform.” Another lick, at the inside of my thigh. “It is like taking your first breath.”Lick.“It is your entire focus narrowing down to one point, one thing, one moment. The blood rushing in your ears, the stretching of your skin.” His muzzle hovers over my pussy, hot breath feathering over my most sensitive areas, and I feel as if I will come out of my skin if he does not touch my clit soon. “The scent of your mate, if she is nearby.” I whimper, and his lips curl back further in a feral smile. “And always, the presence of the moon, whether you can see her or not.”

“I can feel it,” I say, breathless. “The moon.”Te Rakaunui, the full moon.

“I know you can.”

The tip of his tongue traces a path over my outer folds, his glowing eyes staring at me with all the focus of an apex predator. I am frozen, prey within his trap.

“Ellie,” he growls so deep that the sound reverberates within me. “You are my moon.”

Tears prick at my eyes. “You are myworld,” I whisper.

He holds me on the precipice for a moment longer, a space between breaths. Nothing exists but us.

Lick.

I fly apart under his tongue, his luminous eyes twin moons in the dark.

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“Alright, let’s do this,” I announce, feeling sufficiently recovered from the orgasm Van gave me while eating me out. He lets out a wolfish snort of amusement as I push myself up from the grass, rolling away from his warm body. After I’d been rendered both speechless and boneless, he’d curled up on the ground around me, folding his limbs over me and keeping me warm, and my skin prickles from the cold, nipples pebbling as soon as I’m out of his little air pocket of warmth. That’s fine; I plan on getting my heart rate up again shortly, anyway. “Lie on your back, and let me get a proper close-up look at this beautiful monster dick.”

He’s silent, but does as he’s told, watching me with a hooded gaze as I kneel beside him, grasping his huge penis with both hands. It rises out of the sheath at the base of his groin, the skin on his shaft the same dark charcoal grey as the rest of him, thick veins running up the side, but the crown that peeks out from under the edge of his foreskin is dusky pink and glistening with precum. “This doesn’t look too different from your day-to-day penis, to be honest,” I say, my fingers tracing over his huge knot, only partially swollen, two thirds of the way down his shaft. “The placement of this part is a bit different.”

“There’s some sort of science behind the knot being there, in this form.”

“Breeding?”

“Something like that.”

I pull his foreskin back until the entire head of his cock is free. “I like this colour combo.”

He snorts again. “Are you going to narrate the whole process?”

“I’m not going to be able to in a minute, with my mouth busy.”

He grunts as I pull his foreskin back and forth in a series of smooth motions. “You don’t have to. If this is too strange for you, I understand.”

“Stop telling me that,” I say quietly. “You are the love of my life, you are my soulmate. If the universe didn’t want me to suck on this right here, it shouldn’t have made us fated mates.”

“I don’t think youcansuck on it, baby, unless you’re able to unhinge your jaw.”

I glare at him over the top of the pink crown, because damn him, he’s right. “I can dothis,” I say, and lower my head to his cock, latching my lips around his frenulum, that triangle of skin just under the crown, the most sensitive part of him by far, and much larger in this form. I suck hard and he hisses, his hips jerking and dislodging my mouth momentarily. Fresh precum oozes out, and I keep my eyes on his as I lick him like an ice cream cone. I repeat the process again and again, alternating between kneading his huge balls and his knot with my free hands, the salty taste ofhimon my tongue, until he’s gasping and leaking in a continuous stream.

“Point taken,” he rasps, his barrel chest heaving with each breath.

“Good.” I release him, “but I wasn’t really planning on using my mouth that much, anyway.” I get to my feet and take a wide step, straddling him over his stomach. “I’m going to need some help here.”

His hands wrap around my waist once more, helping to support my weight as I line the head of his cock up with my entrance. It was easier, last month, when he was already inside me, and the stretch happened that way. I’m dripping wet — I have been all evening, but especially after he used his tongue on me — but no amount of lubrication is going to hide the fact that he ishugein this form.

I close my eyes for a moment as I lower myself just enough to feel him there, pressing in. I tap into that same feeling as I did last month — that sense of magic, that sense of the moon, that acknowledgement that I’m not entirely human.

“There she is, my fae goddess,” he rumbles as I feel the weight of my antlers settle on my head, my skin prickling with the sensation of my magic. He pulls me down further, until the head of his cock is seated inside me, filling me with the same stretch that his fully engorged knot usually provides. I moan, eyes still closed, taking in deep lungfuls of the salty ocean air as I rock myself lower again. I can feel the magic within me, my body opening for him like a flower, my form changing inside to fit his huge size.

Long, slow strokes up and down, stretching me wide, the edges of his cockhead dragging deliciously against my G spot each time. We move together, my eyes open now, hands braced on his massive chest, fingers digging into fur. I can feel the weight of the antlers on my head, can see the green glow in my eyes reflected in his, and I know this is the least human I have ever been. It’s so intense, this connection between us, that it’s almost too much. I brush my fingers over my clit, tentatively at first, and then with more intention, and the prick of his claws at my lower back where he grasps me, thepowerI feel, riding him like this, drives me to a frenzied state. “Yes, fuck me,” he snarls. “Take your pleasure. Ride your wolf.”

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