Page 47 of The Howling
Not swift enough.
The door ahead swings closed, and I have her cornered in the one place she should not be.
My bedroom.
I nose at the wood, scenting her touch as I slip within. The room is dark, as dark as my fur. I let my lips ripple with a deep growl. In a corner, concealed by a wall hanging, there is an intake of breath which no ordinary creature would hear.
But I do.
It takes some effort, but I shift back to my usual form as I stalk her, slowly, carefully. If she runs again, I will not be responsible for my…
Her small form darts from behind the hanging and, misjudging where I am in the room, my little deer runs straight into me.
By the gods, she is perfect.
“You…you caught me,” she says, her voice trembling, her entire body vibrating against mine.
“Do you know what happens to little females who run?” I intone.
I feel the shake of her head.
“They get mated.”
A shiver racks her, the scent of her arousal blooming around us. I feel like I might lose all of my seed in this instant.
“I have never mated before,” I rasp. “You will be my first.”
WYNTER
Reavely is avirgin? This confident, feral creature hasneverdone this before? I’d like to think I couldn’t be fooled but clearly, I am.
Every move he made seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. The rising tension he created, tension which has made my bare thighs slippery with need. After all which has happened to me, I wouldn’t have thought I’d be turned on by such a primal chase, but it seems it’s exactly what I need.
Here in this dimly lit room, my eyes slowly adjusting to find it’s a bedroom with the same citrus scent, the chase has ended.
Reavely has caught me.
And I feel alive because as much as I wanted to run, as much as the chase continued, I felt…safe.
My Barghest is inexperienced. I am in control.
A flood of desire washes over me, along with a boldness I need. I take hold of his throbbing cock which is poking me in the abdomen, leaving a wet patch on my thin shift.
Seeing the thing is absolutelynothingcompared to handling it. Holy shit, it’s big, and hard, and slippery. I stroke Reavelyfrom his tip down to the base where there is an additional bulge I was not expecting.
He groans my name as I touch him.
“You’re a big beast, aren’t you?” I murmur.
“Big…beast,” he repeats, panting, as I give him another stroke.
“What is this, beast?” I let my fingers trip over the bulge as Reavely thrusts into my hand.
“My knot,” he rasps. “You will take it all.”
Given the size of him in general, I’ll be surprised if I can take more than the tip, but I like his confidence.
“I will take what I will take.” I grip at him, managing expectations. Reavely moans out a low howl, and my hand and shift are covered in another gush of pre-cum.
