Page 59 of The Howling
“Too much,” I hear myself growl.
Her body relaxes over my fur, and I didn’t know it was what I needed. The feel of her, her scent, everything about her—it makes all my cares become nothing at all.
Wynter’s fingers delve into my fur, and I feel myself wanting to roll over and kick my paws in the air. The noise I make is not a growl. In fact, I’m not sure what it is.
“It is too much, but it is what we need to do,” she says, her hand cupping my ear, pulling gently on it and making my eyes roll in my head.
“You don’t.”
This time she pulls sharply, pain spiking through me and causing my prick to weep pre-cum. I’d like to stay in my hound form, but it’s too hard to talk. Instead I shift to my were-form and tip her into my arms.
“We’re in this together, Reavely,” she says firmly, bright eyes gazing into mine. “If I wanted out, I’d tell you, but I don’t. I…I care for you.” She puts a long, slim finger at her mouth and nods, not to me, but to herself. “I love you. It’s about time I admitted it.”
“Youlove me?”
“Don’t say it like that, Reavely. As if you don’t know what it means,” she grumbles.
“You are my mate, little deer. I loved you from the moment I caught your scent on the wind. It is how I am made, the only way I can be.”
She puts her hand on my face, warm, scented, soft.
“I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
“But I am king now.”
“So?”
“I have to do…I don’t know. Save the Barghest, rid myself of the Reaper, mate, produce pups, all these things,” I growl. “So many things.”
“I’ve always found it best,” Wynter says, “to do one thing at a time. What do you want to do most?”
I can’t help the grin which spreads over my face as I look around the small copse of trees we’ve stopped in. Wynter watches me, a smile hitching the corner of her mouth too.
“Let me guess,” she says as I carry her to a bed of soft moss. It’s dry to the touch and as comfortable as my bed back at the castle.
“There’s only one thing I want to do when I have you all to myself.” I nip at the skin on her neck, and I’m rewarded by the delicious scent of her arousal. “Fill you to the brim and then go all over again.”
WYNTER
Reavely covers me with his body, crouching over me like I’m prey. He dips his head to brush his lips over mine and then trail them down my neck where they pause briefly, before continuing.
My core melts instantly. This big beast has such an incredible effect on me. And after all the recent talk of biting, I’m intrigued to say the least. Although it’s not something I’ve broached so far.
“Do you think it’s safe…here?” I ask breathlessly.
“You’re about to be impaled by a Barghest. I doubt anyone will disturb us,” Reavely rasps, showing more fang than is necessary but at the same time enough fang to make me believe him. “And you know I enjoy a public mating.”
I should not be turned on by his words, but I am very turned on, warmth blooming from my core right through me.
“I need you unclothed, little deer,” he rumbles, “because what I’m going to do to you will be filled with messy pleasure.”
My eager hands go to the ties on the rear of my dress, pulling them undone as he helps me out of it. Until I am entirely bare for him. Reavely looks over me, his eyes filled with flame.
“You are the most perfect of creatures,” he says, eyes finishing on my pussy.
But the first place his lips hit are my nipples, each one lapped by his rough tongue until they are tight, sore little peaks.
“One of these days, these will be full of milk for me,” he murmurs.
