Page 49 of The Howling
I put him right where he should be, right at my entrance, his pre-cum soaking into me. My mind is entirely concentrated on his desire to make me pregnant, and I can’t seem to stop myself.
He makes it the hottest, most erotic thing anyone has ever said to me.
“Yes…” The word falls from my lips with a careless abandon to the Yeavering.
“I’m going to breed you until you can’t remember your name, or mine, my sweet mate,” Reavely growls, his hips firing forwards, his cock breaching my entrance and filling me up in one smooth, delicious movement.
I hadn’t thought it was possible, but I feel his knot nudge up against my pussy.
“So full,” I moan.
“I want you brimmed, knotted, mated,” he growls, his hips circling before he pulls away and stares down at where we are joined. “Little deer, you are impaled!”
WYNTER
Reavely 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, thedesireshocks 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.
