Page 33 of The Howling (Monsters of the Yeavering #2)

R eavely withdraws and slams into me once again, and this time I feel it, his knot. I didn’t think it was possible to take him all, let alone feel the bulge at the base. He nibbles on the skin at my neck, and I flood him with moisture, as if my body is reacting to him somehow.

I’m not sure what it is, but it is incredible. It feels like I’m being drowned in pleasure, every atom of my being needing Reavely, needing him inside me, needing him to take me, plunder me…breed me.

I want to be his vessel to fill, and the realisation, the thought, the desire shocks me and at the same time has me lifting my hips up to meet his, to give him better access, to take more of him.

Reavely growls deep in his throat at the change in my position, clutching me to him and taking advantage by thrusting deeper than ever.

I am impaled by him, and the mere thought sends me into another climax. It’s enough for Reavely to take the lead, his massive knot stretching me wide.

“You’re not…” I gasp as I’m rocked by my orgasm. “It won’t fit.”

“Sweet mate,” he rasps, “we were made for each other.” His teeth scrape over my skin again, and as everything goes white, the stretch is briefly pain before his knot pops inside me.

The howl Reavely makes is nothing compared to the heat of his explosion, his cock painting my insides, filling me over and over as he holds me tight, pumping and pumping as much as his knot will let him.

I clamp down on him, my climax sending pulses of pure pleasure through me, my body wanting more, more, more.

And Reavely obliges.

“Mate,” he groans, “you have turned me inside out.”

“You’re…stuck?” I pant.

“You are knotted, little deer,” Reavely rumbles.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what I mean. I wriggle over him, but we are well and truly tied. Reavely groans as I move, more hot cum filling me up.

“How…how does this work?” I give up moving. He’s swollen inside me, and I won’t be able to work him loose without something tearing.

Which is not exactly the way I wanted this to end.

Reavely drops his head into the crook of my neck, his sharp fangs tracing over my skin again and sending me pulsing over him all over again. A deep rumbling comes from his chest, through me, making everything seem absolutely perfect.

“It works because my seed stays inside you until you are bred, little mate,” he murmurs. “And then we will do it all over again.” He sighs, hopefully.

Those big burning eyes are looking deep into mine. Reavely means it one hundred and ten percent.

“Is this what you really want?” I breathe.

“To be with you, to hold you, to mate you and fill you? Yes, my Wynter. You are my whole. You have my heart.”

He shifts position so that I’m lying on top of him, and he covers me with a throw. His deep breathing, slow, even, and happy, lulls me inexorably into sleep.

Reavely saved me, and then he mated me. I’m not sure where this is going, but at this very moment, there’s nowhere else I’d prefer to be.

In the morning, I’m face to chest with a very furry monster. Reavely sleeps on his side, arms and legs held at right angles, and I’m in between.

I’m also a little sore in my lady parts, but there doesn’t seem to be much in the way of mess. As I wriggle around, I hear a sleepy, rumbling yawn.

Reavely gazes down on me.

“I cleaned you up, little mate, with my tongue. I hope you didn’t mind,” he rasps, his voice filled with smoke and gravel.

I think about it. In fact, it makes a change. Reavely took care of me and he did a great job.

“I don’t mind.” My voice is hoarse. And I know exactly why.

How many orgasms did this big beast give me?

It’s his turn to wriggle, and before I know it, his head is between my legs and his tongue in my pussy.

“You taste like the sun,” he murmurs between laps. I have hold of his mass of hair steering him to where I want him, and he isn’t complaining.

Neither am I. This is certainly a good way to wake up.

“How can you know what the sun tastes like?” I half groan as he turns his attentions to my clit, sending me spiralling.

“I’ve tasted honey, and it is made from the sun,” Reavely says, redoubling his efforts, adding in a thick finger which he slides inside me. “You taste like honey and you taste like the sun,” he rumbles, not slowing down in any way.

Reavely seems to know things about my body I can’t possibly imagine he has had any experience of, but he’s certainly intuitive as an orgasm fires through me like lightning, increasing my grip on his hair as he licks me through it, making obscene noises as he takes everything I have.

When I open my eyes, he’s grinning at me and wiping the back of his hand over his lips.

“Such a tasty mate.”

“Reavely, you can’t keep doing that,” I say, my breath finally returning.

“Why?” he asks, his brow furrowed. “I like to pleasure my mate because she gripped my prick and knot so tightly I thought she was never going to let go.” He gazes at me with a look so innocent, so needy, my heart flips in my chest. “And you take pleasure from my tongue, I take pleasure from your taste, so why not?”

“When you put it like that.” I would shrug, but Reavely has left me boneless. “I suppose.”

“Now you need food.” He vaults out of bed.

Wait, what? He doesn’t expect anything in return?

“What do you like?” he asks. “More hinnies? Yes, more hinnies.”

And, yet again, before I can say anything, he’s gone. Leaving me wondering exactly what just happened.

What I’ve just unleashed.