Page 60 of The Howling
“For you?”
“For me, my little breeder. My pups can’t have all the enjoyment.” Reavely’s words send yet another frisson of desire through me. “I want to consume your bounty and enjoy every drop.” His eyes glitter with badness. “Then I’ll put more pups in you so I always get to taste your sweetness.”
I feel completely empty, so needy for him, and yet Reavely chooses not to touch my pussy, despite me grinding myself against his thigh, his thick rod weeping pre-cum over my abdomen.
“My prick needs to be sheathed in you. I need to knot you.” He inhales over me, his voice like gravel. “You smell like you need a Barghest.”
“I always need a Barghest.” I gasp as he finally slides a finger into my pussy and the pad of his thumb rubs over my clit.
“But you need me more today,” he rasps as I flood his hand, gasping as I do.
“I need your bite.” I can’t believe the words have left my mouth. “I need to feel what it’s like to be part of you.”
He rears back a little, not taking his finger from me, his thumb still hard over my hot nub.
“You want my bite now?”
“Why not now?”
Reavely pants out a hot breath, and I feel his cock pulsing so very close to my entrance. He doesn’t need to go much further, and he will breach me.
“I will bite. If that’s what you want.”
“I want us to have everything we deserve. Especially a baby,” I rasp out.
“And I want you plump and round with my pups,” Reavely says, his deep voice flowing through me and sending my channel fluttering at nothing.
“Then bite me,” I snarl.
Reavely lifts his head, great jaws appearing before he runs them down my neck and over my shoulder. I feel pressure, a sharp, bright snap of pain, and then…
I feel the entire world, the entire Yeavering, the Reaper, the Barghest pack, the moon, the sun, and the stars. They all flow through me, into me. But most of all, I feel Reavely. I feel how much he needs me, how his desire burns for me, how his soul calls for me.
His soul.
“Now you must bite me,” Reavely says as he laps over my shoulder. I look at the bite mark. It’s as if it’s healed already.
“I don’t think I can,” I says, my voice wobbling with emotion. “I don’t have your fangs.”
“You can and you will.” He puts his hand behind my head and pulls me to his clavicle. “Bite me, Wynter. Make me yours.”
I do as he says, biting down as hard as I can, even though my teeth barely penetrate his skin. There is a gush of heat against my leg.
It’s enough to set every part of me on fire. I heat and heat. My need to have Reavely inside me is incredible, more than desperate. If it doesn’t happen, I don’t know what I will do. I want to claw at him, take him, mate him, and feel his knot bursting inside me.
“What’s happening?” I find my voice at last, my blood running hot in my veins, my hips bucking at him, needing more, wanting more.
“You are in heat, little mate. For me,” Reavely rumbles.
“Humans…” I’m panting. “Humans don’t go into heat.”
“Those who have a Barghest mate do. All Barghest females go into heat once bitten.”
“Something you might have warned me about.”
“You wanted my bite, little mate. What more can I say?” Reavely grins. “And good little mates in heat need knots.”
His hard cock breaches me, the stretch incredible despite all the times we’ve been like this. Incredible to the point of pain until, with a swift flick, he’s inside me in one smooth move, his knot butting against my pussy lips like a battering ram.
