Page 41 of Wishing for a Werewolf (Ferndale Falls Forever #2)

Rune

My sweet mate calls my name as she shatters around my cock, the flutter of her muscles a maddening dance as they tighten.

I grunt, hips snapping forward, the tingling in the base of my erection urging me to climax, to knot her immediately, to make her fully mine.

Yet this first time is special. She’s special. My fire deserves to be cherished. By the goddess, I never imagined that I’d be so blessed—to fall so deeply in love with Autumn only to discover she’s also my fated mate. I am truly the luckiest of fae.

Moving slowly, oh so slowly, I start to thrust again, determined to drive her to another explosion of delight. She gazes up at me, her face flushed with pleasure, her hair a corona of flame around her head.

I arch my back to kiss her, and she strains upward, meeting my hunger with her own, my mate, my match, my perfect love.

We rock together, her every gasp a reward, her pink lips parting with need. Fire burns in her eyes, her desire and love for me brighter than any sun.

“I love you, Rune,” she whispers, her hands gliding over my chest in a flash of sensation that’s so intense it’s dizzying. The slide of her skin on mine is a pleasure unlike any other, and I’m already addicted. I’ll never get enough.

“You are my love, my mate,” I growl. “The one who completes me. The missing piece I looked for and thought I’d never find.”

I fill her over and over, our bodies coming together as close as two people can be. Autumn’s eyes flicker shut, her head tipping back as tension shivers through her muscles, telling me she’s close.

Her sweet and spicy scent perfumes the air, mixed with the musk of sex. I can still taste her on my tongue.

“Look at me, Autumn.” I thrust forward. “Look at me, my love. Let me see the fire in your eyes as you come for me again. Burn for me, my sweet mate.”

She clamps around me, and the pressure makes my balls tighten, the base of my cock aching to swell. My heart pounds, driving me forward toward her, always her.

“Rune,” she breathes my name like a prayer, her eyes widening as her pleasure finds her. Then her voice lifts into song, “Oh, Rune!”

This time when my mate flutters around me, I let go.

Electricity races through me, pouring through my cock in a blast of pure pleasure.

I roar her name as my knot swells, locking me inside Autumn.

The delicious clamp of her muscles around it makes me yell again, my hips snapping forward as the pleasure goes on and on.

Finally, I collapse onto her, both of us panting.

We lay still for several minutes until I worry I’m too heavy.

Rolling, I pull her with me until I’m on my back, and my fire straddles me.

She plants her palms on my chest and pushes up just enough to get a good look at me, her face breaking into a smile. “It’s there! It’s really there!”

I grunt and look down at the mate mark covering my heart, a tattooed set of fangs.

Then my eyes are pulled to her, and I brush aside the curtain of her fiery hair to expose the set of fangs tattooed on the skin covering her heart. My fangs.

My fated mate.

“Your heart wish came true.” Her fingers dance over the sensitive skin outlining the mark.

“As did yours.” I catch her hand in mine and press a kiss to her palm. “For I am head-over-heels in love with you.”

“Oh, Rune.” Her lips tremble.

I pull her back down to me, and she rests on my chest, her chin propped on the back of one hand while the other teases across my skin. “I’ve been thinking about what Luke said. Our heart wishes were so powerful they caused everything that happened.”

“Our heart wishes were never swapped,” I say. “They also both wanted exactly the same thing: the two of us mated and in love.”

“So our heart wishes swapped the ‘smaller’ wishes. Why? To force us to spend time together?” Her lips curl on one side, and mischief sparkles in her green eyes. “To make you finally talk to me?”

I give an amused grunt. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“I guess we needed something to make us get to know each other… or at least you did.”

“Not for lack of desire.” I coil a lock of her hair around my fingers, loving the silky slide of it over my skin. “I’ve been attracted to you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Well, you sure had a funny way of showing it.” She taps my chest, grinning up at me impishly. “You certainly never spoke to me before the wish swap!”

“I didn’t know how.” It’s hard to admit, yet she deserves to know my reticence had nothing to do with her.

“I’d only been able to shift into my fae form for a couple of months by that point.

Everything here on Earth was too loud, too colorful, too new.

And you, my fire, were the most colorful thing of all.

” I twirl a lock of her fiery hair around my finger.

“I felt far too uncertain of how to be a man to try to be one with you.”

“And now?” Her voice gets quiet. “Do you wish you were still a wolf… and only a wolf like you used to be in Faerie?”

“If you’d asked me that two months ago, I would have said yes.” I stroke her bright-red hair, coiling little licks of its flame around my fingers. “But cu sith were never meant to have only one form. We’re supposed to shift at will and live full lives made richer by each different experience.”

“It’s the cheese, isn’t it?” She grins up at me. “It’s okay. You can totally tell me you love being a man because of the cheese.”

“It’s the cheese.” I keep my expression serious and tip my head.

“You weren’t supposed to agree!” Chuckling, she gives me a playful tap with the back of her hand. “You were supposed to say it’s me.”

“You know it’s you, you little minx.” I give her my best wicked smile. “And your skin. By the goddess, the feel of your skin against mine is enough to make me want to keep you naked in my bed for the next fifty years.”

“Fifty years, huh?” Autumn wiggles her hips back and forth.

The tug of her entrance against my knot makes me grunt as aftershocks shoot through me.

“Oh!” Autumn gasps. “That’s so… I’m so full.”

I cup her cheek. “Is it all right?”

“Oh, yeah.” She moves again, lifting up to bounce on me with an excited little inhale. “Better than all right. How long did you say this was actually going to last?”

“Ten to twelve hours this first time.”

“Hours!” Her eyes go wide. “Whatever will we do?” She bounces again, and the aftershock makes my hips snap up to meet her. I growl, a low rumble full of need, and she gasps as we start to move together, pleasure making her eyes go dreamy.

My fire.

My love.

A loud bleat outside the window wakes us early the next morning. Autumn rolls from bed and puts on a cranberry-red robe. I pull on my jeans and follow her into the kitchen, shrugging into my shirt as I go.

The door opens on a cool blast of air and Babybelle, who gallops into the kitchen and hops around the redheaded witch’s feet, letting out a long series of complaints.

Autumn laughs and glances at me. “She’s very upset that we forgot about her.” Then she leans over and picks up her familiar. “I didn’t forget. I told you ‘later,’ and this is later.”

The mini-goat taps a hoof to Autumn’s chest and baas.

“I’m sorry that goat-time doesn’t work like human-time, but it was not a million years. It was only yesterday evening.”

More bleats, and Babybelle snuggles closer, tucking her head under Autumn’s chin.

My fire lets out a jaw-creaking yawn. “Oh, sorry.” Then she grins at me. “Someone kept me up all night.”

“I certainly did.” I smile back.

My knot didn’t release her until an hour ago. We spent the entire night taking short naps in between bouts of loving. I woke her this morning with my head buried between her freckled thighs, licking her until she screamed my name one final time.

A smile tugs at my lips as I rub my chest, feeling the warmth of our mate bond hum between us, now fully formed.

I’ve never felt so content—had no idea such a feeling was even possible.

When I made my heart wish for a fated mate, my hope felt nebulous and unformed, a vague yearning brought about because of stories I heard.

Nothing could have prepared me for the reality of loving Autumn, of being bound to her for this life and beyond.

Hearing her laugh, seeing her smile or get angry or determined—I love them all.

I love how she feels everything so acutely, filling the world with color and life and an immediacy that makes me cherish every second.

I wrap an arm around her and press a kiss to her sunshine hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She leans into me, and we stand in a bubble of peaceful happiness, even the mini-goat quiet for once.

Then more high voices call from outside. “Uncle Rune!” “Uncle Rune!”

The twins! I throw open the door and dart outside, dew-covered leaves crunching under my bare feet, cool morning air flowing over my face.

On the other side of the fence, Astrid and Agnar stand at the edge of the forest, their mother a few paces behind them. All three of them are in their werewolf forms.

Then magic shivers through the air, and they shift into fae, with the distinctive pointed ears and fangs that mark them as something not quite human.

My niece and nephew have the look of our family, with tan skin, deep-brown hair, and golden eyes.

Astrid’s a bit taller, and Agnar’s a bit stockier, but both are fine children.

“You shifted!” I yell and vault the fence to scoop them up in my arms.

Riselda wraps the three of us in a hug. “Thank you, my brother. None of this would have been possible without you.” Her words are choked with emotion, and I know exactly how she feels.

A similar joy fills me, burning away the last of my worries.

The pups can shift into all three of their forms. It’s more than a personal goal obtained.

It also means there’s no longer any reason to worry about the next generation of cu sith.

They’ll grow up as our people were always meant to, comfortable in every shifted form.

When Riselda lets go, I spin toward the cottage, a child perched on each hip. “They did it!”

Autumn watches us from the doorway, her smile radiant. “I’m so proud of you two!”

“As am I,” I say, squeezing them to me.

Little fingers play with my hair, and they both grin. “We deserve treats!” “All the treats!”

Riselda laughs. “I tried to give them cereal for breakfast, but they wanted pastries from Cake My Day.”

“My car’s still in town, so we don’t have a quick way to get there,” Autumn says. “But we can make pancakes.”

“With chocolate chips?” Astrid asks.

“Sure. Chocolate chip pancakes are totally a thing.”

“Yay, pancakes!” Agnar says. Then he leans close to whisper to me, “What are pancakes?”

“I don’t know,” I admit.

There are still so many things I can’t teach them, because I lack the necessary knowledge. But I don’t need to worry about it any longer, because I have the best help anyone could ask for.

My fire has already shown me so many amazing things about Earth and living as a man, and I know she’ll teach me a million more. With her by my side, I can do anything, because I’m no longer alone. We’ll tackle what comes next the same way we’ve done everything so far. Together.

“Let’s go find out,” I say to the twins as Autumn beckons us into the cottage.