Page 61 of The Longing

“For you to breed me? Doesn’t mean we exist in isolation though, does it?” I growl at him. “Or you wouldn’t be in the bed with me every night.”

Fenrother puts the book down. “You belong to me. I desire you in my bed.”

“If there’s desire, then this is more than fate, isn’t it?” I demand.

Fenrother puts his hands on the desktop, his claws extending, digging into the wood and leather. He lifts his head and scents the air. “It is time,” he growls.

I see the book he has put aside is the one Meg of Maldon gave him.

“Time for what? To tell me the truth?” I retort.

The rumble in Fenrother’s chest seems to go straight to my core, making it clench like never before. A dull ache sits in my pelvis.

“The moon month begins,” he says, hopping over the desk like it’s hardly there and sliding his hands around my waist.

My stomach cramps like hell, and I double up against him with the agony. My body flames up, but at the same time I’m deadly cold.

“What’s happening?” I gasp, clawing at my clothing which feels like barbed wire on my skin.

Fenrother’s beautiful, scaly skin is sheened with sweat in a way I’ve never seen before. He smells absolutely divine—spicy, masculine, and desirable. I grind myself against him instinctively before I realise what I’m doing.

“You are fertile, my mate. You are going into heat.”

FENROTHER

The scent I’m getting from my Alice is intoxicating in the extreme. I can’t think straight, let alone see straight. The text mentioned her fertile period would announce itself but wasn’t clear on how.

It is announcing itself loud and clear. My body knows if I don’t spend the next twenty-four hours buried in her, I will surely die. My scales itch like I need a bath and to slough. Only I know I don’t because I sloughed just before Alice came to me. There’s a fire raging in my belly and my pizzle is hard.

Alice is bent double and moaning. My Wyrm form wants to take her here and now, but if we are going to mate for as long as the text says, then she’ll need to be comfortable.

My delicious mate will have the best of everything.

I scoop her up and carry her through the hall.

“Fenrother, wait,” she pants. “I’m going to have to...” Alice clutches at her dress. “I have to take this off. It hurts…”

She wriggles in my arms, and I put her down, helping her strip off the long dress. As soon as it comes off, I’m hit with a wall of scent which makes my knees buckle. Herknickersare soaked, and they come off too, her thighs glistening with hermoisture. Unable to help myself, I’m on my knees, pulling her legs apart to lap at the sweetness which belongs entirely to me.

Without her garments, Alice is breathing easier although as my tongue swipes through her folds, she gushes the salty deliciousness into my mouth. I do my best to clean her up as much as possible before pulling her against me and continuing up to our bedroom. My pizzle has already poked its way out of my trousers and is nudging at her entrance. Alice shifts from left to right, trying to get me inside her.

“Fenrother.” She groans my name. “It hurts.”

“I will be inside you soon, little mate. I will take the pain away with my pizzle.”

She drops her head back, her skin covered in moisture which smells like I should be able to eat her up. I kick open the bedroom door, slamming it against the wall in my haste to get her to the bed.

“Here.” She moans in the doorway. “I need it here.”

Are we close enough? My brain, previously resisting the rest of my senses, gives up the fight. In one swift movement, I’m buried in my gorgeous mate, her back pinned against the stonework, my tail uncoiling as I am unable to contain some of my Wyrm form. It feels glorious to be within her. She is slick, hot and moaning as I withdraw and slam into her. Every scale on my pizzle wants to feel her, my claspers releasing their venom as I go deeper.

Alice sighs my name, her channel rippling around me, more and more of her slick pouring over me. Her pain is easing as my venom takes effect, but there is only one way to be entirely sure her fertile window is closed around my seed.

“I need to claim you, little mate,” I murmur in her ear. “You need to take my bite to become entirely mine.”

Her half-lidded eyes lift to mine. “Your bite.”

“I need to give you my venom outside as well as inside. You have to take it all, Alice.”

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