Page 33 of Fangs for the Memories (Budapest Bites #1)

T here’s something different as Ferenc’s eyelids droop. He feels somehow…stuck inside me.

“Ferenc…” I wriggle slightly, trying to work out what is wrong.

My big werewolf groans. “If you keep twitching on my knot, we’ll never be loose.”

“What…”

“My knot,” he says, his stunning dark eyes on mine. “It has swelled inside you, kedves, so my seed can take root.”

“I don’t understand.” I stumble out the words, a brief panic heating my skin until Ferenc grasps my chin.

“Have you never heard of a werewolf knot? I thought there were reams of human literature dedicated to them. Along with plenty of websites .”

I feel my cheeks heat, panic deserting me. “I’ve not really paid much attention to…monsters,” I say shamefully.

“Which is a good thing, Grace.” Lights of mirth dance in Ferenc’s eyes. “Because if you had, I would have to rip them to shreds.”

“But this knot?”

“When a werewolf mates, he knots his female, ties her to him to ensure his seed is the only seed within her.” Ferenc growls. “There are often others who might wish to stake a claim and so knotting a female is the way to ensure she carries his pups, and his alone.”

Another feeling sweeps through me, one which both heats and chills me at the same time.

“Is it the same for human females?” My voice is hoarse. “Does the knot mean we can…get pregnant?”

Ferenc nuzzles at my neck.

“I hope so, kedves,” he murmurs. “I want to see you ripe and round with my pups.”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so shaken and so wanted.

“You do?”

“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.”