Page 87 of The Howling
His huge cock presses at my entrance, breaching me slowly, inch by inch as if Reavely is holding himself back. A pair of huge paws are at my sides as he withdraws and thrusts himself deep into me, bottoming out with a low howl. Fur presses against my back as my Barghest strikes up a punishingly pleasurable pace, making my body shake and my core clench as I ride into my next climax with ecstasy.
“Breathe, little mate,” Reavely murmurs in my ear, his big muzzle nudging my cheek. “Breathe and take all of me.”
A clawed hand slides under my abdomen, as if he’s feeling for the life within me.
“Breathe,” he says, pulling back and then sliding all the way in with a single, delicious, perfect thrust, his knot pressing into me, not quite inside but enough to tip me over the edge.
“Once you pup, little deer, I will fill you right back up again because you love Barghest prick and knot, don’t you?” he growls in my ear. “I want to breed you day and night, sweet mate,” he growls as I pulse over him, my pussy gripping him so very tight.
Not tight enough, given his next thrust pushes his knot right into me. The stretch is incredible, but the bliss when it breaches and I have him is utterly, utterly mind-blowing. Reavely circles his hips then withdraws, only to give me his knot again, and again, and again.
I lose count of the orgasms. I think they don’t stop—it’s just one long, rolling climax which I’m high on as he brings himself to completion with a bellowing roar which shakes the window panes. Hot cum paints my inside as he explodes, filling me, thrusting, growling, snarling, and finally enclosing me in his arms, his breath on my neck and his cock buried deep.
Our bodies lock with each other, not with his knot, clearly that did its job, but we mould together like we have never been apart. Over time our breathing becomes even, and I feel my eyelids flutter.
Reavely nuzzles at the hair on the back of my neck.
“I liked being mated like the Barghests of old,” I murmur.
“Good, because when your little belly is out here”—Reavely mimes the biggest pregnancy bump over my stomach—“it is how I will mate you every day.”
I wouldn’t have thought my body had anything left, but his words send a shiver of delight through me.
“You are really happy we’re having a baby?” I look up into his kind, strong face.
“I expect far more than one,” Reavely says with a smile.
“I’m sure we can have more.”
“I mean within you now,” he says. “I was one of four, a male and three females. It is normal for Barghest to pup many.”
“What?” I gasp. “You kept that little nugget of information to yourself.” I slap the back of his hand gently. “And so did your mother.”
“I cannot wait to see how many you will pup, my sweet,” Reavely rasps. “You are mine, little deer, my prey, my prize, my life, and my soul. Will you marry me?”
WYNTER
If I thought the wedding preparations were lengthy when I was dealing with Reavely’s ghostly family, having them back in the flesh has stalled everything.
Except my pregnancy. That has progressed at an impressive rate over the past few weeks. I’ve started to show, and Bessie has had to let the dress out not once but twice.
“If you get any bigger, I’ll have to add some darts,” she grumbles, but her eyes twinkle with delight. “Try not to expand before tomorrow.”
I pat my little bump, hardly more than a big meal really. “Can’t promise anything. Currently growing a Barghest pup.”
Lilburn snorts from the corner.
“Eating the Bargest out of their castle more like,” she says.
“How many are you having?” Bessie asks. “Pups, that is?”
I look at her, hoping she won’t stick a pin in me. “Hopefully only one.”
It’s Bessie’s turn to snort. “I attended the last queen during her time, as well as many other Barghest females. They do not haveonly one.”
“I’m human though,” I retort. “We do usually only have one at a time.”
I catch Lilburn out of the corner of my eye shaking her head.
