Page 62 of The Howling
I resist the urge to lift my lip, to snarl out loud, because I know what it is. I have a female in heat, half claimed and not in pup.
“Nothing, little deer, merely the wind.” I lap over her bite, and she moans.
The sound doesn’t come again. It doesn’t need to.
It is not a Barghest howl, not nearly strong enough. It is the Reivers, warning me of their presence, making me want to protect my little mate with everything I have.
No one will take her from me. Not now. Not ever.
With my knot softening, as much as I want to take her again on the forest floor, instead I withdraw, impressed at how much mess we have made, I make quick work of her with my tongue, Wynter moaning all the time before pulling her dress back on and returning to my hound form.
She grinds against me all the way back to the castle.
“What have you been doing to the girl?” my spirit mother fires out as I walk through the great hall with Wynter in my arms.
“My mate is in heat,” I growl at her. “And we are not to be disturbed until it breaks.”
WYNTER
It’s like having a horny fever. All I want to do is jump Reavely’s bones…or boner to be more accurate. I’m too hot to wear any clothing which means he gets easy access. Something he takes full advantage of, and I am absolutely not complaining.
I’m only happy when his cock is inside me, turning into a whiney brat without it. Being impaled on his knot brings the sweetest bliss.
Occasionally Reavely leaves me in our pit of a bed which I won’t let the Duegar change because it smells of him. A small part of me wants to be embarrassed at my behaviour, but the rest of me, who frankly seems to be enjoying herself, refuses to let me be. Instead I am enjoying it.
When Reavely returns, he brings food and the smell of the outside on his fur. I dislike the idea of him leaving the castle and leaving me, so I make a point to jump his cock as soon as he gets through the door, despite any protests he might have about me eating to keep my strength up.
I can always eat later, once he’s fulfilled my needs.
Reavely even takes me to the place he dreads the most, lowering me into cooling water, gently cleaning me of our combined fluids despite my protestations.
Until this morning. This morning I wake up and my head is clear. Reavely lies beside me, on his front, his arms and legs spread out as he snores into a pillow.
Have I broken my Barghest? I smile and stretch out, my body aching in a few places, but otherwise I feel incredible, like I could take on the whole of the Yeavering.
I don’t think I’ve felt this good since I arrived, and probably not when I was beyond the veil either. I snuggle up to his warm body and breathe in his gorgeous citrus scent. It seems like belonging to a Barghest isn’t such a bad thing overall. And it looks like I’m going to have to get used to all the surprises being with him brings.
Like a ghostly family and my body doing things I never thought were possible.
But this is the Yeavering, and anything could happen.
“Wynter?” Reavely’s voice is a bag of gravel being dragged down a rock face. “Has your heat broken?”
“I think so,” I say as his hand traces down my face.
The touch doesn’t set my skin on fire. Instead it sends a lovely soft feeling to my heart.
“Shame.” He grins wolfishly.
“I thought you might say that.”
“It could come back,” he says hopefully.
“How?”
“If I bite you again.” He buries his head against my shoulder, his fangs pricking over my skin where he bit me.
“You want to?”
