Page 58 of The Howling (Monsters of the Yeavering #2)

T he abject terror which has been sitting on my heart for the last few days while Reavely moved from barely conscious to conscious, when I tried to get him to eat and drink, when Linton had to assist him to use the facilities and when Lilburn helped me treat the injury to his shoulder, has finally lifted.

Reavely is not only alive, he is very pleased to see me.

His tongue plunders my mouth, his clawed hands easily divesting me of my clothing, so he can flip me onto my back and cage me under him.

“Little mate, your scent—it’s better than ever.” He lifts his head, nostrils twitching as he glides down my body, lips closing around each nipple, one by one, rough tongue lapping them to stiff, aching peaks.

He continues on down my chest to my stomach, where he lays his huge head for a moment or two. I shove my hands into his wild spiked hair, and he rumbles under my touch.

But he doesn’t rest for long. Hands part my thighs and his mouth is on my clit, sucking and nibbling, great fingers sliding inside me, one of them curling up until…

“Reavely!” I shout his name as the first orgasm overtakes me when he hits on my g-spot.

“Sweet mate,” he murmurs over me, sucking down all my moisture and continuing to tongue my clit meaning I can hardly see straight, my body bucking at him.

“You taste even better when you are filled with pups.” He rasps against my pussy.

“I can’t wait until you swell with them, your stomach and your breasts filled with all the milk. ”

His lips close around my clit once again, causing me to buck against his mouth. He groans my name, his hips pistoning against the mattress.

“I need to be sheathed in you, to fill you, to feel your heat and your light.” He growls. “I need to mate you as the Barghest of old did because once you are round with pups it will be the only way to mate and pleasure you.”

I feel my brows draw together, not knowing what he means as his big hands slide under my bottom and start to turn me over. In no time at all, I’m propped on my hands and knees and Reavely is behind me.

“Little deer.” He caresses the globes of my buttocks. “This is the way Barghest mate.”

His huge cock presses at my entrance, breaching me slowly, inch by inch as if Reavely is holding himself back.

A pair of huge paws are at my sides as he withdraws and thrusts himself deep into me, bottoming out with a low howl.

Fur presses against my back as my Barghest strikes up a punishingly pleasurable pace, making my body shake and my core clench as I ride into my next climax with ecstasy.

“Breathe, little mate,” Reavely murmurs in my ear, his big muzzle nudging my cheek. “Breathe and take all of me.”

A clawed hand slides under my abdomen, as if he’s feeling for the life within me.

“Breathe,” he says, pulling back and then sliding all the way in with a single, delicious, perfect thrust, his knot pressing into me, not quite inside but enough to tip me over the edge.

“Once you pup, little deer, I will fill you right back up again because you love Barghest prick and knot, don’t you?” he growls in my ear. “I want to breed you day and night, sweet mate,” he growls as I pulse over him, my pussy gripping him so very tight.

Not tight enough, given his next thrust pushes his knot right into me. The stretch is incredible, but the bliss when it breaches and I have him is utterly, utterly mind-blowing. Reavely circles his hips then withdraws, only to give me his knot again, and again, and again.

I lose count of the orgasms. I think they don’t stop—it’s just one long, rolling climax which I’m high on as he brings himself to completion with a bellowing roar which shakes the window panes.

Hot cum paints my inside as he explodes, filling me, thrusting, growling, snarling, and finally enclosing me in his arms, his breath on my neck and his cock buried deep.

Our bodies lock with each other, not with his knot, clearly that did its job, but we mould together like we have never been apart. Over time our breathing becomes even, and I feel my eyelids flutter.

Reavely nuzzles at the hair on the back of my neck.

“I liked being mated like the Barghests of old,” I murmur.

“Good, because when your little belly is out here”—Reavely mimes the biggest pregnancy bump over my stomach—“it is how I will mate you every day.”

I wouldn’t have thought my body had anything left, but his words send a shiver of delight through me.

“You are really happy we’re having a baby?” I look up into his kind, strong face.

“I expect far more than one,” Reavely says with a smile.

“I’m sure we can have more.”

“I mean within you now,” he says. “I was one of four, a male and three females. It is normal for Barghest to pup many.”

“What?” I gasp. “You kept that little nugget of information to yourself.” I slap the back of his hand gently. “And so did your mother.”

“I cannot wait to see how many you will pup, my sweet,” Reavely rasps. “You are mine, little deer, my prey, my prize, my life, and my soul. Will you marry me?”