Page 86 of The Howling
“If you don’t all fuck off,” I respond with a deep growl, “no matter what my injuries, I will come out there and eat you.”
There is scuffling, and my keen hearing picks up the sound of footsteps on stone.
“What about the Faerie?”
“Because we defeated Lord Soulis, they are no longer the dominant force in the Yeavering, with Queen Mab defeated by Fenrother. You are king of the Barghest and king of the Yeavering.”
I stare at her.
From cursed wolf to king of the realm. It can hardly be true.
“No,” I say. “I don’t want to be either of those things.”
It’s as if another presence leaves the room too, my ears feel like they’re popping, and I work my jaw.
“Apparently”—Wynter uncurls my hand from the jewel, where it glitters brighter than ever—“that was the right answer.”
“And I don’t have to be king?”
Wynter scrunches up her face, lifts her hand, and, palm flat, moves it in a seesawing motion.
“You can have that argument with your sisters,” she says. “I’m not getting involved.”
I pull my mate further onto my lap. My prick has woken up too from its slumber the moment pups were mentioned, and it would rather like to be sheathed in her. Wynter traces her hand down the side of her face.
“I nearly lost you,” she says quietly.
“Never. As long as there is air to breathe, ground to run on, and rocks to build a castle, you belong to me, and I will never leave you, little deer,” I rasp. “You belong to me. I thought you’d have worked that one out by now.”
I slam my lips into hers because if I don’t get to plunder her delicious form now, I think I might just explode.
And any explosion is going to be in her hot, sweet cunt and nowhere else.
WYNTER
The abject terror which has been sitting on my heart for the last few days while Reavely moved from barely conscious to conscious, when I tried to get him to eat and drink, when Linton had to assist him to use the facilities and when Lilburn helped me treat the injury to his shoulder, has finally lifted.
Reavely is not only alive, he isverypleased to see me.
His tongue plunders my mouth, his clawed hands easily divesting me of my clothing, so he can flip me onto my back and cage me under him.
“Little mate, your scent—it’s better than ever.” He lifts his head, nostrils twitching as he glides down my body, lips closing around each nipple, one by one, rough tongue lapping them to stiff, aching peaks.
He continues on down my chest to my stomach, where he lays his huge head for a moment or two. I shove my hands into his wild spiked hair, and he rumbles under my touch.
But he doesn’t rest for long. Hands part my thighs and his mouth is on my clit, sucking and nibbling, great fingers sliding inside me, one of them curling up until…
“Reavely!” I shout his name as the first orgasm overtakes me when he hits on my g-spot.
“Sweet mate,” he murmurs over me, sucking down all my moisture and continuing to tongue my clit meaning I can hardly see straight, my body bucking at him. “You taste even better when you are filled with pups.” He rasps against my pussy. “I can’t wait until you swell with them, your stomach and your breasts filled with all the milk.”
His lips close around my clit once again, causing me to buck against his mouth. He groans my name, his hips pistoning against the mattress.
“I need to be sheathed in you, to fill you, to feel your heat and your light.” He growls. “I need to mate you as the Barghest of old did because once you are round with pups it will be the only way to mate and pleasure you.”
I feel my brows draw together, not knowing what he means as his big hands slide under my bottom and start to turn me over. In no time at all, I’m propped on my hands and knees and Reavely is behind me.
“Little deer.” He caresses the globes of my buttocks. “This is the way Barghest mate.”
