Page 51 of Fangs for the Memories
“I wouldn’t have mated you otherwise.” Ferenc’s handsome face is solemn as he gazes down at me. “And I would not have given you my knot.”
The feeling of, if not panic, a realization that there’s no way back now, dissipates. It’s replaced by something else, a warm feeling around my heart.
I’ve been wrong about how I feel, how someone feels towards me, but in my gut, I always knew it. With Ferenc, it’s different. Somehow, I know he’s telling the truth.
He wants me. He wants me pregnant, and given we’ve had unprotected sex and I came off birth control before the wedding as it never agreed with me and the stress was making things worse…it’s entirely possible he will get his wish, providing humans and werewolves are compatible.
Ferenc kisses up my neck. He’s clearly not finished with me, despite everything we’ve done.
“How long does it take before…you know…your swelling goes down.”
“Long enough for me to recover and then mate you all over again,” Ferenc murmurs against my skin. “Now I have you, Grace, I am not going to let you go.”
Ferenc
Grace is nestled in my arms, and there’s nowhere else I would want to be, other than here, now, with her, the scent of our mating filling the bed.
If I was worried about the stamina of my sweet human, I was wrong. She mated me as many times as I wanted to mate her, even waking me in the early hours with her lips around my cock.
It seems I have awoken a monster of my own. A delicious little sex monster who likes nothing better than werewolf cock and knot. Her gorgeous cunt takes every inch of both over and over. The thought of which has my cock twitching once again.
Even if I can’t get the threats to my mate from the rogue out of my mind. Until she is completely claimed by me, my Grace will aways be at risk.
Outside the day seems bright because of the heavy snow lying in the streets and carpeting the windowsills and roofs of Budapest. It’s still relatively early, and I contemplate whether I want to mate Grace or wake her up with coffee and breakfast in bed.
A pair of sleepy blue eyes are peering up at me.
“You think too loud,” she says.
“I’m thinking whether I should put you on my cock or feed you breakfast.” I pull her up my body so she can feel the effect she has on me.
Grace sighs deeply, straddling my chest and sinking slowly back down until I’m pressed up against her, knowing with a single movement I’ll be buried in her once again.
“I always want to be sheathed in your slick little cunt, kedves,” I say as she perches only slightly out of reach. “I will fill you as often as it’s needed, more so once you’re in pup. She-wolves are notoriously horny when they’re in pup.”
Grace bites down on her bottom lip, exposing her blunt white teeth.
“Are you sure it’s me you want, Ferenc?” she asks. “Wouldn’t you be better off with a female werewolf?”
I spin her under me, my arms caging her.
“Never. It is you, Grace. You are my fate, you are the one, and you are the only female I have wanted and will ever want. I will claim you, and you will take your place at my side.”
My cock is pressed up against her slick, tight entrance. Her breath flutters in her chest. I know humans do not feel the same as werewolves, but I have hope she will accept me, accept my claim, bemine.
As I’m about to drive myself inside her, there’s a knock on the door.
“Ferenc,” Viktor says, “your mother is here.”
I curse under my breath, gazing down at my beautiful jewel of a mate. One I know for sure mother will not accept, but she will have no choice.
“She’s an early riser,” Grace says.
“She’s an interfering old wolf,” I growl.
“Maybe she should meet my mother,” Grace says, “because she’s an interfering old busybody who thought the sun shone out of a certain part of my ex’s anatomy.”
I bristle at the mention of her ex. But before I can promise to do all I can to make him pay for upsetting her, I hear the door open and my mother’s voice.
