Page 58 of Fangs for the Memories (Budapest Bites #1)

W hat I thought was magic, especially in a world now filled with monsters, turns out to be far more mundane.

Although the way Lucy talks, you’d have thought it was the greatest conjuring trick ever presented. But then it’s not often she even bothered to talk about her work, so it’s fun to see her so animated, chattering with the others as we sit in a private salon in one of the best hotels in London.

Ferenc insisted, of course. Not that anyone was going to refuse, not when everything was paid for, including a spread of afternoon tea the likes of which I don’t think any of us have seen.

I’m pretty sure Lazlo and Sándor haven’t seen this much food either, the way the pair are tucking in.

“Did they do a good job?” Ferenc murmurs in my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“Of eating? Yes, they did an excellent job.” I laugh as he slides over the back of the low couch next to me.

“That’s my boys.” Ferenc chuckles, sliding a hand over my stomach. “I hope our pups are just like them.”

“Eating us out of house and home?”

He nuzzles at my neck. “We’re going to have plenty who can try,” he says, sending a shiver of excitement through me. His nostrils flare.

“Are we free to do what we like?” he rumbles.

“According to Lucy, you are free to do whatever you want. The High Court granted you both a pardon and all the relevant rights under that act she’s always going on about.”

Ferenc rumbles a growl under his breath. “I suspect Dominik had something to do with it, but the crusty old vamp isn’t going to let on until he wants something.”

“Crusty old vamp.” It’s my turn to laugh. “I don’t think Lucy thinks that way.”

I look over at my friend, surrounded by everyone. She’s positively glowing with life, even if Dominik is nowhere to be seen.

“He’s had centuries to work on his charm,” Ferenc rasps.

“So, you think he’s charming?” I tease.

It means I get a set of fangs scraped up the skin of my throat, sending my stomach into knots and soaking my knickers.

“Forget charming. I need to be sheathed in you as a matter of some urgency,” my werewolf growls. “I need to claim you as mine before anything like this happens again.”

“You mean my ex denouncing you as a monster and attempting to get the entire British establishment to crush you? I don’t think Mark will be doing any such thing for a long time.”

I catch Kezia’s eye, and she gives me a knowing wink. I never had any doubts about her abilities as a private investigator and all round badass, but she has surpassed herself in the information she dug up on Mark, enough to send him to prison for a long time.

Which is why you never poke a werewolf, not if you don’t want to end up being bitten.

Although, right now, it’s the one thing I want as Ferenc nips at me.

“You never need to concern yourself with him again, kedves. Only growing our pups and enjoying my cock,” he murmurs, tongue lapping behind my ear.

“Will you two get a room?” Sophia bellows.

“Absolutely.” Ferenc tosses me easily into his arms. “It’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

He strides out of the salon to cheers and applause, thus compounding the British propensity to express approval in this way for anything from dropping a plate to winning a World Cup. Or, in this case, the fact I’m going to be railed within an inch of my life by my werewolf mate.

And I am going to savour every second.

As soon as we enter the elevator, Ferenc has his lips on mine and his hand sliding into my knickers.

“I’m not going to make it to the suite, kedves. I need you here and now.”

“Here?”

His claws tear away the soft silk, and a slight chill hits my skin as he dips in a digit and swirls it up inside me. My already needy body grasps at him with everything I have.

“Here,” he growls, setting me on my feet and unzipping his pants. “Mount you and mate you.” He hits the stop button on the console. “Right here.”

I’m spun to face the wall, and his hands hitch my long red dress up over my thighs, to my waist, the one thing I had handy to put on when we left Lucy’s flat.

I’m grateful beyond belief for it now.

Something hard and wet presses against my buttocks, and my legs are summarily nudged wider with taps at my ankles.

“Easy, little mate,” Ferenc growls in my ear, one hand on my hip and the other making its way down my arm to where I have hold of the wall. “I can’t be slow or gentle. I need to take you with everything I have.”

His cock breaches my entrance, and if anything, it seems larger and thicker than ever, the burn as he slides into me akin almost to the most pleasurable pain I’ve felt in my life.

“Grace,” Ferenc groans, “you will be the absolute death of me. So tight, so perfect.”

Jaws clamp around my neck, holding me in place as he goes deeper and deeper until finally he seats himself before withdrawing and slamming back, making my entire body shudder and causing me to yell his name.

But the pleasure is only the beginning. Ferenc is intent on making every inch of me sing with desire.

He spans a hand over my stomach, his fingers reaching down and down until he is circling my clit, touching me and touching himself as he continues to thrust, circling his hips with every movement, groaning my name.

I’m entirely bound to him, my fate in his hands, and it can only be a climax which crashes through me like a tsunami of ecstasy, my channel clutching at him, pulsing as I call out his name, my voice already hoarse.

“Kedves,” Ferenc moans into my hair, “can you take my knot? I need to give it to you.”

“But we’ll be tied…”

“Not now you are in pup. You can take it all, so I can give it to you over and over again.”

My pussy floods with moisture, so much my thighs are slippery. It’s as if my body wants him, so, so much, it’s making ready.

“Mate,” Ferenc rasps, pounding at me.

I feel the swell of his knot, the huge bulge which nudges insistently at me. Ferenc’s thumb sweeps around my clit once more, pressing on the sensitive nub and tipping me into climax once again.

With a tremendous thrust from him, I stretch wider than ever.

A tremendous pinch and he has buried his knot in me.

Hips swinging, he withdraws, and the feeling is even better than I could have possibly imagined, both a loss and a gain, something to clamp down on, which, with yet another dip of his hips, he slides inside again, giving me his knot and taking it away.

I think I’m in heaven. The deliciously obscene sounds of our lovemaking, of his knot reaming me fully, of his growls, snarls, and whimpers as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm until finally, finally, with a roar which shakes the elevator, he clutches me to him and erupts, hot cum searing my channel as he continues to pump over and over into me.

“My Grace,” Ferenc rasps. “My mate, my everything. Let me claim you with my bite.”

“Yes,” I respond, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Claim me, Ferenc. Claim me now.”

A soft nose runs up my neck and back down again, and sharp fangs send spikes of desire through me. But when he bites, I don’t feel pain. Instead it’s like I’m coming all over again. Starbursts circle my vision. I’m cradled in warm arms and brought back to earth oh-so-gently.

“You are mine, Grace. Now and for eternity.”