Page 52 of The Howling
When she grasps my prick in both hands, I know she will allow it.
My ancestors make themselves scarce because while public mating is normal for Barghest, some matings need to be in private, and this is one of them.
It will be me and Wynter. My mate, my heart, my whole.
WYNTER
Ithink we’ve probablychristenedevery part of Reavely’s castle. I have some idea why Bessie didn’t give me any underwear. It would be entirely pointless. I’d be out of it as much as I am in it.
“My son is an enthusiastic lover,” the spirit says to me as I drop the dress over my head.
This sudden invasion of a lot of ghosts into my life is in some ways interesting and in other ways totally, totally weird.
Especially when his mother, a tall, handsome female, insists on talking to me about our love making.
Sometimes she even hastips.
“That’s one way of describing it, Lorelei.” I smile politely. “But he did discuss with you about not being in the room when we…”
Lorelei flaps a spectral hand at me. “He mentioned it. But then you mate everywhere so…”
She has a broad grin on her slightly translucent face. I know she’s happy, but it still doesn’t make this any less weird.
It’s like the second Reavely and I did the deed, I got his spooky family. I’d like to say he’s sympathetic, but I know he sees me as an ally in the face of a ghostly army of his relatives.
A pack of once solid Barghest who are living their bodiless lives through him…and me in the case of his sisters and his mother.
“What is the situation with your womb?” she says suddenly in my ear, her see-through hand hovering over my stomach.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I respond, like I do every time she asks the question, which so far has been five times in the last week.
It’s only Wednesday.
“When did you last have your moon blood?” she demands.
“We’ve discussed this,” I say evenly. “I wasn’t regular before I came to the Yeavering, and nothing’s changed.”
She narrows her eyes. “There are potions which can be used to assist,” she says.
I do my level best not to roll my eyes. Lorelei honestly means well. I know being a ghost frustrates her. I have tremendous sympathy for all the pack, but there is a point where I really need to draw a line.
“I don’t think potions are needed, and anyway, it’s not like we want to draw attention to ourselves,” I say.
She rubs her chin, and fortunately, before she can suggest anything else, the door opens and Reavely walks in, a wolfish grin on his face.
“Wynter, Mother.” He gives us both bows.
“Oh, there you are!” I fly at him, spinning him around and out of the door. “I wanted to talk to you about the Duegar!” I shove him as hard as I can to the spiral staircase.
Admittedly, I know the ghosts can all become completely transparent, but generally I can feel when they are around…unless I’m otherwise distracted.
“Your mother is…a bit much,” I hiss in my surprised Barghest’s ear.
“She always wanted to see me mated and my mate with pups.” He sighs.
“You could say that. She’s been watching us again. I think she’s taking notes.”
Reavely turns in the stairs, caging me up against the dressed sandstone wall, worn by centuries of passing Barghests. His lips find mine in a deep, possessive kiss. Once he releases me, he traces his clawed fingers through my hair, his stunning eyes roving over my face before his thumb comes to rest on my bottom lip.
