Page 40 of The Howling (Monsters of the Yeavering #2)

R eavely covers me with his body, crouching over me like I’m prey. He dips his head to brush his lips over mine and then trail them down my neck where they pause briefly, before continuing.

My core melts instantly. This big beast has such an incredible effect on me. And after all the recent talk of biting, I’m intrigued to say the least. Although it’s not something I’ve broached so far.

“Do you think it’s safe…here?” I ask breathlessly.

“You’re about to be impaled by a Barghest. I doubt anyone will disturb us,” Reavely rasps, showing more fang than is necessary but at the same time enough fang to make me believe him. “And you know I enjoy a public mating.”

I should not be turned on by his words, but I am very turned on, warmth blooming from my core right through me.

“I need you unclothed, little deer,” he rumbles, “because what I’m going to do to you will be filled with messy pleasure.”

My eager hands go to the ties on the rear of my dress, pulling them undone as he helps me out of it. Until I am entirely bare for him. Reavely looks over me, his eyes filled with flame.

“You are the most perfect of creatures,” he says, eyes finishing on my pussy.

But the first place his lips hit are my nipples, each one lapped by his rough tongue until they are tight, sore little peaks.

“One of these days, these will be full of milk for me,” he murmurs.

“For you?”

“For me, my little breeder. My pups can’t have all the enjoyment.” Reavely’s words send yet another frisson of desire through me. “I want to consume your bounty and enjoy every drop.” His eyes glitter with badness. “Then I’ll put more pups in you so I always get to taste your sweetness.”

I feel completely empty, so needy for him, and yet Reavely chooses not to touch my pussy, despite me grinding myself against his thigh, his thick rod weeping pre-cum over my abdomen.

“My prick needs to be sheathed in you. I need to knot you.” He inhales over me, his voice like gravel. “You smell like you need a Barghest.”

“I always need a Barghest.” I gasp as he finally slides a finger into my pussy and the pad of his thumb rubs over my clit.

“But you need me more today,” he rasps as I flood his hand, gasping as I do.

“I need your bite.” I can’t believe the words have left my mouth. “I need to feel what it’s like to be part of you.”

He rears back a little, not taking his finger from me, his thumb still hard over my hot nub.

“You want my bite now?”

“Why not now?”

Reavely pants out a hot breath, and I feel his cock pulsing so very close to my entrance. He doesn’t need to go much further, and he will breach me.

“I will bite. If that’s what you want.”

“I want us to have everything we deserve. Especially a baby,” I rasp out.

“And I want you plump and round with my pups,” Reavely says, his deep voice flowing through me and sending my channel fluttering at nothing.

“Then bite me,” I snarl.

Reavely lifts his head, great jaws appearing before he runs them down my neck and over my shoulder. I feel pressure, a sharp, bright snap of pain, and then…

I feel the entire world, the entire Yeavering, the Reaper, the Barghest pack, the moon, the sun, and the stars. They all flow through me, into me. But most of all, I feel Reavely. I feel how much he needs me, how his desire burns for me, how his soul calls for me.

His soul.

“Now you must bite me,” Reavely says as he laps over my shoulder. I look at the bite mark. It’s as if it’s healed already.

“I don’t think I can,” I says, my voice wobbling with emotion. “I don’t have your fangs.”

“You can and you will.” He puts his hand behind my head and pulls me to his clavicle. “Bite me, Wynter. Make me yours.”

I do as he says, biting down as hard as I can, even though my teeth barely penetrate his skin. There is a gush of heat against my leg.

It’s enough to set every part of me on fire. I heat and heat. My need to have Reavely inside me is incredible, more than desperate. If it doesn’t happen, I don’t know what I will do. I want to claw at him, take him, mate him, and feel his knot bursting inside me.

“What’s happening?” I find my voice at last, my blood running hot in my veins, my hips bucking at him, needing more, wanting more.

“You are in heat, little mate. For me,” Reavely rumbles.

“Humans…” I’m panting. “Humans don’t go into heat.”

“Those who have a Barghest mate do. All Barghest females go into heat once bitten.”

“Something you might have warned me about.”

“You wanted my bite, little mate. What more can I say?” Reavely grins. “And good little mates in heat need knots.”

His hard cock breaches me, the stretch incredible despite all the times we’ve been like this. Incredible to the point of pain until, with a swift flick, he’s inside me in one smooth move, his knot butting against my pussy lips like a battering ram.

Is it my imagination or is it bigger than before?

I don’t have time to think much about it as Reavely withdraws and thrusts back inside me again.

My body reacts in a way I didn’t believe was possible, every part of me pulsating, moisture dripping from me, my channel widening so his knot slips in, pressing against my g-spot and instantly sending me into the paroxysms of an orgasm.

I cling tight, moaning I want more, more, more, and he’s going to give it to me.

His knot is not yet bound. Instead he swirls his hips, making sure I feel every inch of him, every part of him, before he pulls it free and, in another almighty thrust, tips my first climax into my second.

Reavely growls my name as I clamp down hard on him, my hands curled in his fur as my beast plunders me.

I cannot let go of Reavely, not now, not ever, and as our climaxes hit, I feel a huge swelling inside me as he groans out my name, before burying his head in the crook of my neck, his murmurs, his rasps, and his pants over my bite all sending more spikes of pleasure through me with every one.

Hot cum fills me with every movement of our joined hips until he has to be spent and I have to be full.

“My Wynter, my little deer, I am yours until the end of time.”