Page 63 of The Howling
“Your heat was glorious, the best,” he murmurs. “But even a Barghest needs a rest.”
“I did break you.” I laugh. “Who knew the way to stop a Barghest was to mate him to a standstill?”
I find myself caged by him in his wolf form, clawed hands curled around my wrists, his dark eyes staring into mine.
“I’d happily mate you until the end of time, little deer,” he growls.
His cock is hard against my thigh, as if I needed any physical evidence of what he has and will do to me. Despite my heat having broken, my body still wants him. Reavely transforms again, and his lips hit mine with an intensity I will never get tired of.
Which is when there is a knock at the door.
We both freeze.
“Is that your friend?” Reavely says through gritted teeth.
He means Lilburn of course.
“I can’t see through wood.” I grind myself against him, making him groan.
The knock comes again.
“It’s not going to be your mother,” I say. “She doesn’t knock. She doesn’t have to.”
Reavely drops his head onto my chest and mutters something under his breath. He clambers off me, and for the first time in what has to be a week, I pull the covers over my body.
He stomps over to the door, and before I can say something about his lack of clothing, he wrenches it open.
A blast of magic hits him full in the chest, sending him tumbling over as I leap from the bed away from the door. Reavely is instantly on his feet, the magic rolling off him like a dark cloak, and with a snarl which has to be heard over the entire Yeavering, he goes for his wannabe assailant.
I hear him hit a body with a thump and then further horrible growls and snarls as I hurriedly pull on my clothing and look around for something, anything I can use as a weapon.
There is a strange, somewhat final squeak and the noise outside ceases.
“Of all the creatures in the Yeavering, Linton,” I hear Reavely snarl, “it had to be you.”
My big beast reappears around the door.
“Are you hurt, little mate?”
“No, not at all,” I say calmly, because from the look in Reavely’s eyes, whatever Linton is, he would be minus a head if I was.
I don’t want any bloodshed on my behalf.
Reavely ducks behind the door, and I see a tail waving and growls ensue as he rags on something. Something which makes a sound very similar togerroff.
Curious, I make my way around the bed, internally bemoaning the lack of weaponry in our bedroom, to find out exactly what attempted to…well, I’m not sure what, given Reavely is essentially impervious to magic.
The sight which greets me is not one I’ll forget in a hurry. My Barghest has hold of the strangest of creatures. It’s large and human-like, wearing a set of leather and silver mail armour, along with what I initially think is a cloak, until I see the soft velvet mottled fabric is not around his neck but attached to his back. A pair of deep red eyes glare balefully at me as Reavely releases one wing from his jaws, leaving deep impressions.
“Wynter, this is Linton. The Bluecap assassin sent to kill us.”
WYNTER
Reavely gives the big Bluecap another shake, and he releases a cloud of dust.
“Stop that. You know it doesn’t work on me,” he growls.
“Can’t help it,” Linton says, his voice far deeper than I was expecting. “If you have me, I will shed.”
