Page 34 of Fangs for the Memories (Budapest Bites #1)
G race 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, be mine.
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.
“Ferenc, I can’t believe you left me…”
I glare over my shoulder at her as she comes to a halt when she sees our little tableaux.
Grace gasps, pulling at a pillow to cover herself.
“Werewolves have no issue with nudity,” I murmur to her.
“They might not, but I do!” Grace retorts.
“Mother,” I growl. “Some privacy?”
She bares her teeth at me. “I’ve seen every angle of you, young pup,” she admonishes me. “What I want to see is the young wolf who has caused my son to take leave of all his duties.”
And far from leaving the room, she marches over to the bed and sits on the end, peering around me to get a look at Grace.
Her nostrils flare.
I wait for the explosion. The tears. The recriminations.
“Hello, dear,” she says with a smile.
Grace’s eyes widen.
“So, you finally found her.” Mother addresses me. “Looks like you didn’t need my assistance after all.”
She walks to the door, looking back at both of us with an expression I can’t fathom on her face before she closes it behind her.
“What just happened?” Grace says, her voice a hoarse whisper.
“I don’t know.” I dip my head to press a kiss on her lips. “I think you might have tamed my mother.”