Page 100 of Howl You Doin?
Not waiting for a reply, I push the door open and find her in her bed, the sheets and blankets up to her chin. I tense, pausing just inside the doorway, unsure if I should come in at the sight of her expression.
Her entire face blooms a bright cherry red, and her gaze is stark as she turns it to me. Thevrr vrrof a vibrator gives her away even before she rolls over with a surprised squeal. The strongest smelling arousal I have ever scented off her hits me all at once. My dick hardens instantly, and I growl low in my chest as I shut the door.
Just as I place the tray down, thevrr vrrfinally stops.
“What the hell, Whitley?” I ask, trying to think of what could have happened since I left her a couple hours ago to read, and why she didn’t try to call for me.
We haven’t fucked since the hallway, so to discover this tiny betrayal...
“It’s not my fault, I swear!” She peeks at me over the covers. “I read a book, and it has knotting in it. I’m just not so sure I’m actually up to being knotted right now, though...” she trails off and eyes my hardening crotch as if it might try to jump up and bite her.
“A book you’re reading has knotting in it?” I ask, genuinely intrigued if it’s eliciting this kind of response from her.
“Umm, well, yeah. There’s even stuff about mate bonds too. I mean, I found it really hot before, but now—wow.” Her gaze goes hazy as her irises cloud.
“Why did you not call me here if this was happening?” I tear at the silk tie at my throat, trying to get it off as fast as I can.
She’s in need, and I’ve been restraining myself just because I thought that’s what she wanted! Buttons ping as I hastily try to remove my shirt, and her carnal haze grows even hazier. Just the taste of her in the air is enough to send me into a frenzy.
Fuck me. My mate is horny, and I was downstairs making fuckingtea.Tea!
This woman has no idea how much I’ve been holding back. A little blood from between her thighs? Something like that would never bother an immortal that has been killing for centuries, but I’ve been restraining myself and my cock for her comfort. Only to find out she’s reading about being knotted from a book when I have an actual knot, and I can feed it straight into the heaven of her sweet cunt.
It’s insulting that this is how I find out she’s aroused, and then she tries to rob me of the pleasure of being able to please her, of being able to rut my mate when I’ve been running aroundthe castle with blue balls this entire time. Just because she’s on her period, it doesn’t stop me wanting her.
“You were working,” she mutters under her breath.
“Whitley, I love your pussy enough to not give it more than it can handle, especially when it involves giving you pleasure. Naughty woman, you should have told me how badly you were hurting from the start.” I rush and leap onto the bed, gathering her in my arms.
“I’m new to all this.” Her dark brows crease into a frown. “And I’ve already told you what my past relationship was like. I didn’t want to bother you.”
Her downcast expression tells me there’s something else she’s hiding, but it’s possible I’m just reading into her actions too much. Have I made her feel like she could be a bother to me?
“I’m not your ex, Whitley. I want to know everything that aches and pains you—everything.” My gaze hardens, my jaw tightening with irritation. “I want you to tell me when your cunt aches because of your period, or when you need a massage, or even my hard cock to make you feel good. I want to fuck you, Whitley, and you could never be a bother.”
I press my lips to hers and kiss her. I kiss her until she is a moaning, panting mess in my arms, a wanton thing, exactly how I like her. Yellow bleeds into my irises, annoyance sliding up my spine that she would hide anything from me like this when I could provide her comfort.
“If you don’t start telling me when you’re hurting for cock and you begin hiding shit from me, you will regret it.” Since she’s lying on her side, I punctuate my words with a slap to her thick, voluptuous buttocks, while I hold her head still with my other hand. “I can knot you for days on end, in every hole you have, until you realize there is no fluid or substance that could ever keep me from wanting you. You don’t need a fucking book for that. Do you understand?”
I spank her ass again, then grip it roughly to push her hips into my hard cock.
“I understand,” she blurts, her eyes wide, and she presses closer.
“Good. Now I’m going to fuck you, unless you have any objections?”
She bites her lip, and a frown pulls her mouth down, but the expression is completely at odds with how she pressed closer just a moment ago. “Maybe we shouldn’t?”
I lean back, giving her space to decide, feeling like an ass for letting my beastly nature get the best of me. “Whitley, I am never going to push you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“That just makes me want you even more.”
I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her softly, then move to kiss and suck at her neck. She tastes so fucking sweet—delicious.
I return to her mouth and slip my tongue between her parted lips as I pull her to me, enjoying how she practically melts in my arms, except for the tight hold she has on the back of my head.
We kiss for long moments until the soft pants and moans she emits have my confined cock throbbing to satisfy her.
Her eyes hold mine as I urge her to sit up and lift her shirt, waiting for her to raise her arms. I slide the fabric over her head and toss it to the floor, sucking in a harsh breath at the sight of her heavy tits bouncing as she flops down onto her back.
