Howl (Lost Moon: Unravelling Monsters Universe #2)

Chapter 9

9

WEST

S he wants me to get her pregnant.

I’ve never been a family man. I never wanted a mate. I never expected this , but Bronte is turning everything on its head and now all I can think of is her belly growing round with my child, of doing that to her, of filling her again and again until she is gravid and everyone knows that she’s mine.

Fuck . I am on the brink of losing all control, my wolf chanting mate in my head repetitively. Breed her , he insists, as if I haven’t just been discussing that with her, as if she’s not already naked and willing, the smell of her arousal thick in the air.

She squirms against me, her damp flesh dragging over the head of my cock, and I groan, burying my face in her neck as I dig my fingers into the meat of her ass. It’s difficult to maintain any rational thought when I have her against the wall like this. “I’m going to knot you,” I promise. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” I give in to the urge to bite her, gently, my teeth aching with the need to shift and change until they’re sharp enough to slice through her flesh, to leave my mark on her skin. She stills, her heart racing. Ah.

“Am I biting you tonight, Bronte? Are you going to claim me?” She’s holding her breath, her grip on me tight, and I already know the answer is no .

Claim her.

Fuck off, I snarl at my wolf. There’s more to it than that . Does it make sense that she wants me to get her pregnant but not to bite her? No, but there’s time. She’s seen the future. She’s met our son. It’s inevitable.

“I want to wait until the full moon,” she says, her voice quiet. “That’s the traditional time for weres. The day of the full moon, in the hours before the transformation. Our teeth… I don’t know if I can make mine change enough right now; she’s not close enough to the surface. They ache with it, but…”

“If they ache then you probably can,” I say, moving my hips, slowly grinding against her. I kiss her neck, sucking her flesh, breathing in the smell of her skin, sweet and addictive. “But we can wait.” I hadn’t considered that it would be a matter of whether she physically could . Her wolf is so different to mine.

“I don’t want to wait for anything else,” she says breathily, her fingers sliding through my hair, pulling gently until I lift my head. She’s right there, our noses touching, lips almost grazing. “ Kiss me. ”

I don’t normally let anyone order me around, but I’m finding that I don’t mind when it comes to Bronte. “That’s what I’ve been doing,” I murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth, the way she kissed me earlier at the gala. I reach out blindly, shutting the water off. “You looked so fucking beautiful tonight,” I continue, kissing along her jaw, nipping with my teeth. She squirms, but I hold her firm in my arms. “I thought about seeing those pretty tits of yours all night. They’re a fucking sight to behold.”

“You’re a tease,” she whines.

I am, but I’m done with waiting. I kiss her with a growl, her mouth meeting mine with just as much fervour, our tongues gliding together. She moans, gripping my shoulders, and before I know it she’s lifting herself, long legs wrapping around my waist, her dripping pussy sliding against my cock. Fuck. Within seconds she’s manoeuvred so that the head of my dick is notched at her entrance, where she pauses, and I have no choice but to hold her by the waist, supporting her.

“You little minx,” I growl between kisses, nipping at her lower lip. Her breathy laugh turns into a moan as she lowers herself.

I groan into her mouth, eyes open, staring into her eyes, the feel of her tight pussy better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“Oh,” she moans again, her eyes closing, head tipping back as she sinks further onto my dick. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck me .”

Fuck me is right. She feels too good, so fucking wet, so insanely tight. This wasn’t what I’d intended — I’d meant to get us to the bed first, to taste her, to have her come on my tongue. I grab her ass with both hands, lifting her slightly before dropping her back down, thrusting up into her until the edge of my knot hits her entrance. She practically wheezes, clinging on to me as I repeat the movement, wet sounds filling the air.

“You were so desperate for my cock, you couldn’t wait. Is that it? So desperate for my cum.”

I fuck her harder again, growling, and she growls back, kissing me once more with all the ferociousness of the she-wolf that she is.

“Don’t act like you can’t wait to fill me.” Her breath hitches as I thrust once more, her mouth hanging open, gold eyes wide. “ Oh, ” she moans again as I repeat the motion. “Oh fuck me, please, goddess, I do need it.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, nails digging into my back, gasping as I pull out suddenly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” I tell her, kissing her again, lifting her, kicking open the shower door. I carry her, heedless of the fact that we’re still dripping wet as I walk us into the bedroom, tossing her onto the centre of the bed.

She looks like a queen, lying there among the plush blankets and pillows. She practically is one, or a princess, at least. I push the thought aside, gripping my cock as I stand at the edge of the bed, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the head while I watch her. Her chest heaves with exaggerated breaths, her brown nipples stiff peaks on those perfect, pretty tits, and her eyes fill with lust as she spreads her legs wide. “I think you should taste me,” she says, both hands on her cunt, spreading herself further still. “I know you want to.”

I do. I’ve wanted her taste on my tongue from the moment I met her, the scent of her branding itself in my mind. I grip her ankles, tugging her forward until her ass is almost off the bed, falling to my knees, burying my face in that pretty cunt. We both moan together as I lick her, that first taste as sweet and ripe as I knew it would be.

I’ve missed this body of mine. The raw power, the knot, the tongue, twice as long as when I am under glamour. I use it now, licking over her soft folds in wide strokes, circling her clit until she whimpers before kissing lower, until I can slowly press my tongue inside her, my eyes meeting hers as I stroke inwards. She watches me, propped up on her elbows, tits thrust forward, mouth open as she breathes heavily. With my finger on her clit at a steady pace, I fuck her with my tongue, growling against her flesh as her legs begin to tremble. Come for me, sweetheart.

She does a moment later, pulsing against my lips, throwing her head back with a deep moan, her cunt even wetter than before. I lick out of her, sucking on her clit, making her gasp, her hands gripping my hair, not to pull me away, but to hold me in place. I suck harder, not giving up until she comes again with a spray of sweet fluid that has me pulling back, my fingers strumming over her clit as she squirts all over my chin, neck, and chest.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I grin at her shocked expression, running my hands over her thighs. “First time?”

She nods, wide-eyed, focusing on my chest. “You’re… I didn’t think I could do that. I —”

“Don’t you fucking dare be embarrassed. I love it.”

She lets out a laugh of disbelief, shaking her head. “Okay,” she says, and it’s one of the few times that I’ve truly noticed the differences in our ages. She’s experienced enough — we briefly discussed our sexual histories and health earlier today, because this was inevitable and I hate being unprepared — but she’s still young. Her revelation that she’s lain with both men and women, spoken without any hesitation on her part, was a reminder of how much more progressive the First Realm is and has always been.

“Did I do well, then?” I ask. “Or do you think you could eat pussy better?”

She splutters, covering her face with her hands, flopping backwards on the bed. “You did well , and you know it,” she says, nudging my chest with her foot, her voice muffled. “ I never managed to make anyone squirt in my face. And now I won’t ever eat pussy again. You’re it for me, mate. ”

“Will you miss it? Fucking women, I mean.” The thought that fate has trapped her with me, that she might prefer otherwise, makes me feel a little ill.

“That’s not how it works, at least not for me. No . I can tell you now, West, that you’re plenty enough for me, forever. You…” She licks her lips, sitting up, her eyes suddenly moist. She wears her heart on her sleeve, this one. Her vulnerability scares me. She’s too sweet, too good for this world, and it makes me all the more determined to be her shield and her weapon. I know she’s strong, but I’ll fucking kill anyone that hurts her. I should have already done so.

“Come and make love to me,” she says quietly, her words cutting me to the bone. I don’t know what she’s done to me, this witch; she’s put me under her spell. I step closer between her legs, lifting her into my arms, carrying her onto the centre of the bed. Hands in her hair, stroking her face, smoothing over the curves of her breasts. I map her body with my fingers and my mouth, kissing her everywhere, worshipping every inch of her skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her neck. “So perfect. All mine.” Our kisses are slow and sensual, a drag of tongues, a lower lip caught between teeth. We lay side by side, and with her leg hitched over my hip it’s so easy to slide home, our bodies moving as one. Making love , she called it, and that’s exactly what it is. I don’t recognise the man I am for her; he’s someone new, someone better, more patient and open. She sees through all my bullshit.

“You feel so good,” she breathes, her fingers digging into my back. “So good. Oh, fuck , yes!”

I could spend the rest of my life like this, wrapped in her, kissing her passionately, drowning in her scent and her taste and her body, but the ache in my knot and balls grows with every press into her, every slow drag back out a tease for us both. “You want my cum?” I ask, rolling us both until I’m on top of her, caging her head with my forearms. She kisses me hard in response, and I thrust deeper, making her squeak as my knot threatens to breach her.

“You want me to fill you?” I ask again. I don’t know why I need to hear it, but I do. Fuck, I need to hear her say it all. “You want me to fuck a baby into you? A shifter pup? I’m going to fuck you again and again, knot you every time, keep you filled. You’ll be dripping with me , every fucking day.” Another desperate kiss, another heavy thrust. I push myself onto my hands, watching her tits bounce as I fuck her hard.

“ Yes. I need your knot. I want our babies.”

“You’re going to be so fucking round, full of my child.” Why am I suddenly so obsessed with the image of her pregnant? It’s like she flipped a switch in my brain, now all I want is that. I rise to my knees, gripping her ankles, holding her legs wide apart so I can watch where we’re joined, watch me slide into her body again and again. She lifts her legs over my shoulders and we both groan at this new angle. It feels too fucking good. “You going to come around my knot, sweetheart? You’re mine, you know that? Mine. ”

She’s close, I can tell, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open, pupils so dilated they shine green in the darkened room. I let go of her leg in favour of rubbing her clit, doing my best to hold back from coming too soon. God, I’m gonna come in her so hard. “Gonna fucking breed you,” I say, and of all things it’s that unhinged shit that does it, her cry loud, her back arching. “ Fuck! ” I growl, thrusting into her once, twice, knotting her on the third. She lets out a guttural moan, and her tight cunt grips my swelling knot the way I knew it would, her body still in the throes of an orgasm as I come, spilling into her again and again, filling her up.

It feels so fucking good .

My lips pull back in a snarl on instinct, my aching teeth shifting until they’re longer, sharper, ready to bite.

Shit.

Coming in her is the best feeling in the world, and at the same time I struggle to hold back the urge to claim my mate. Bite, my wolf snarls as I collapse forward on top of Bronte, and I twist my face away from her, breathing heavily, forcing my teeth back into their regular form.

Her hands smooth over my back, pulling me down further, until I’m sinking into her body, resting all of my weight on her. I close my eyes, my nose in her hair, surrounded by the scent of her as I listen to our racing hearts. When her teeth graze my shoulder, I shiver in response. She bites me slowly, gently, not nearly hard enough to break the skin, but in the exact spot where she’s supposed to. “Are you tempting fate?” I ask. “I’ve only just reined in my teeth. Are you trying to make me claim you?”

“If you claim me, I’ll claim you. Maybe my teeth will work.”

“We can wait for the moon.” I’ll wait however long she needs.

She lets out a satisfied hum, her lips brushing my neck. “I love your knot, love your scent.” She moves one of her legs slightly, and I feel the slight tug of our tie, my knot firmly in place within her. Mine , my wolf says, and I kiss her deeply. I’ve never heard anything sexier than the growl she makes into my mouth.

“I should roll us over,” I say sometime later, when we’re finally catching a breath. Her swollen lips curve in a smile.

“I’m fine here, under you. I enjoy it.” Her hands cup my ass, kneading. “I love having the weight of you on me.” Her cunt squeezes suddenly, making me grunt at the sensation of her tightening even further around my knot, and she grins, pleased with herself.

“You sure?”

“Mmmhm.” Her mouth stretches wide in a yawn, and I rest my head back down beside hers, my limbs feeling heavy. I’ve never been this relaxed with a woman before. There’s still at least ten minutes left, maybe more, before my knot shrinks enough to pull out, and my limbs feel heavy.

“If I close my eyes, I’m going to fall asleep,” I tell her quietly.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

Her eyes do close, and I watch her. Full lips, black hair, skin a slightly deeper tan than mine. She’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful, and I don’t know what I did to deserve her.

“Mrs Livingston,” I whisper. Gold eyes open, searching my face. The words I want to say die on my tongue. I don’t know how to tell her, don’t know how to describe this feeling.

“I’m glad it’s you,” she says quietly. “Fate did well.”

“It did.” One final kiss, the lightest brush of our lips. Eyes closed, my heart feeling as if it might burst. I’m glad, too.