Page 48 of The Howling
If I’m not careful, he’s going to go off long before I’m done with him. I slow my strokes, although I still explore the lump he calls hisknot. It pulses every time I caress it. I can’t imagine how he’ll get itinsideme.
“I need…” Reavley rumbles, sliding his clawed hand into my hair.
“What do you need?” I breathe.
“I need to taste you, little deer,” he says, scooping me up in an easy movement and placing me on the end of the high bed, raised from the floor by at least three feet.
His face is so close to mine, the light in his eyes studying me. He has those huge paws on either side of my head, holding me.
I brush my lips against his. It’s like my life stands still. Like the world stands still. The touch of his skin on mine is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.
Reavely moans against me, his lips parting enough I can slide in my tongue and enjoy him more. It seems to bring him back to life in a rush, and I find my mouth suddenly plundered by him,sharp teeth against my sensitive lips, kissing me as if our lives depend on it, as if his life depends on it.
As if my life depends on it.
When he lets me up for air, those eyes are burning into my face again.
“I need more taste,” he rasps.
“More?” I query.
Before I can move, he is on his knees, his huge head between my thighs, his massive hands sliding up them, pushing aside my shift to reveal my apex.
“You smell so good here,” Reavely growls, a clawed finger stroking the very top of my thigh, skirting my pussy by millimetres.
I can’t stop the erotic shiver which runs through me. Reavely’s eyes blaze with desire and mischief as he realises what he’s found. The digit swirls through my folds, finding my clit and making me gasp out loud.
“So wet,” he says, breath hot on my skin.
He slides the finger inside me, which is enough of a stretch all on its own, and I gasp at the invasion, squeezing my eyes closed. Instantly he stops what he’s doing. I open my eyes and run my hands through his thick mane of hair.
“It’s okay. You can keep going,” I breathe. “Please keep going.”
Which is when he curls up his finger inside me, and I see an entire galaxy of stars, my body convulsing as he hits my g-spot perfectly, sending me over the edge, clamping down on his digit, and I dimly hear him howl, low and dangerous.
“Reavely!” I pant, realising I still have hold of his hair.
He doesn’t allow me to speak for long as the finger is gone, and it’s replaced by a tongue which is absolutely not stopping, no matter how much I squeak or writhe. Reavely laps at my pussylike he’s been starved, extracting yet another orgasm which leaves me speechless as he happily cleans up my mess.
“Your taste is the best.” He wipes his hand over the back of his mouth, which glistens with my moisture. “Your cunt is like it was sent from the gods.”
And I’m caged by him, my shift but a memory as it’s sliced off me by his claws.
I expect more, but instead Reavely doesn’t move again. His throbbing cock is heavy on my thigh, the warmth of his pre-cum soaking into my skin.
He is all tension, a coiled spring of a male ready, willing, but…unsure.
Reavely wants me to let him know what he can do. He wants me to be in control.
I reach down and take hold of his cock. It can’t possibly have become larger, but it certainly feels that way. As I touch the slippery appendage, Reavely groans, his hips circling, pushing his cock further between my thighs.
I feel like he’s vibrating with the effort not to go completely feral. This beast is absolutely on the edge and yet he is not doing anything unless I let him.
“Wynter.” My name comes from between his teeth like he wants to eat me all over again. “I need to be inside you.”
I slide my hand over his shaft, the steely goodness of silk and velvet all wrapped around an iron core, lava flowing from the centre.
“I need to breed my seed into you, little deer. I need to have you ripe and rounded with my pups.” His burning gaze is on me. “Are you going to be bred, female?”
