Page 9 of The Howling
“Want to.” The words push past my huge fangs. “Smell good.”
“I can assure you I taste horrible,” the little female retorts. “And I’m full of bones, so you’ll be picking them out of your teeth for weeks.”
I drop to my knees, making myself her height, and shove my nose against the bars, inhaling deeply.
“Eat you. Lick you. Taste you,” I manage to get past my fangs, my ability to string a sentence together somehow deserting me.
“Not happening.” She taps her foot, sending a spike directly through me to my prick.
“Hold you,” I force out.
“Nope…wait? What? Hold me?”
I don’t know the word for what I want. I don’t even know how to make her understand my desires because I don’t understand them myself.
“You…mine.”
She takes a step back from my cage.
“Lord Guyzance…” She stumbles over the name. “He’s coming down here to see you. I had to clean. That’s why I’m here.” She takes another step back.
“Reavely,” I growl. “My name.”
“Reavely,” she repeats, her face filled with fear, but I don’t know if it’s fear of me or the Faerie lord who is my captor.
All I know is the scent which rolls from her makes me want to rip this castle to shreds.
“Wynter,” she says as there is a loud clatter somewhere else in the bowels of the dungeon. “I have to go.” She grabs the bucket, and before I can do anything, she is gone.
Which means all there is left is the rage. And I let rip with it. No cage can hold me forever and I will get to my Wynter.
She will be mine.
WYNTER
Having thought the last creature I wanted to encounter again was Reavely, it turns out I was wrong. It’s Lord Guyzance.
I don’t want to come under his cold gaze again any time soon. After all, there are plenty of horrors here in the dungeons, but at least they are where you expect them to be. So far, with Lilburn’s help, things actually haven’t been too bad.
Until today, when I was told I had to clean out the area near the cages, and it meant encountering Reavely once again.
I’ve been keeping my distance, as much as I can, since the day he told me he was going to eat me, and it appears, for a brief moment that his desire hasn’t diminished.
Except for one thing. For two words.Hold you.
The eating, I can understand, if not accept, but why would he want tohold me? Why did I find it so hard to tear my eyes from his, filled with the flame of hellfire and which burnt into my soul?
Presumably because he’s a soul eater. He wants mine. He’s said he does.
Can monsters have kinks? Because maybe the Barghest likes to caress those he sends into the netherworld.
Except the way he said it. The way it sent a weird tingle through me, down to the tips of my fingers and toes, as if my entire body was drawn to him.
Despite the fangs, the mostly naked body (with abs I could bounce a coin on), the shaggy fur with straw stuck in it, and his eyes. Eyes which burn. Eyes which did not leave me, not for an instant. Reavely might be the embodiment of death, but he’s easy enough to look at.
But whatever has seemingly made me almost take leave of my senses, I’m not hanging around for Lord Guyzance, and once I’ve rid myself of the bucket and mop, I take the side entrance into Lilburn’s (and now my) quarters, to find her comfortably ensconced next to the fire with a pot of tea on a small table and incongruously, a round, two-tiered cake with a portion cut out.
“That looks like…”
