Her white fangs dug into her red bottom lip. Her heavy-lidded eyes glowed blue. Moon-shot tresses curled over her shoulders, tickling her voluptuous breasts.
Goddess.
His beast was in a tumult for such a creature. Munro battled it with all his strength.
She started to move on him, her cunny slicking the length of his shaft.
“Ahh!” His hips involuntarily surged. “You’re so wet. So ready for me.”
She moaned, her claws digging into his pecs—ten spurs to the animal inside him. After all of Munro’s plans to make this claiming good for her, she was about to mount him. Use him. Relinquish her virginity on her terms.
And gods, that aroused him like nothing before.
She rocked her hips until the head of his cock connected with her tight entrance and began to wedge inside her.
“Kereny!” He gripped her hips with shaking hands as she took him deeper. One inch. Another.
He’d waited all his life for her sex to sheathe him like this, was no match for that hot, wet welcome of home. Together, Kereny and the moon ruled him. Munro was shuffled to the background, aware of his actions, but overpowered.
Surrendering, he let his beast free with a roar to the sky. . . .
She was writhing atop him to take more of his shaft when he heard someone approaching. A familiar scent—Will?
In Gaelic, his brother called, “I’m no’ looking, but you might want to leash the beast for another few moments.”
Kereny growled at the intruder. If Will got any closer, she would attack.
His brother was no fool; he kept his distance. “We recovered Garreth’s control cuff.” How the hell had Will succeeded with that impossible feat? “The witches told me it will actually work on a newling.”
Then Kereny would return to Munro as soon as she donned the cuff! He wanted to howl his relief.
“We got a contraceptive cuff for you as well. Yours is the black one. I’m going to leave them right here beneath this oak.” The scent of magic carried from not far away. “We’ll make sure you two stay away from the settlement, so rest easy on that score.” He loped off.
Could Munro still salvage this claiming? Mayhap not get his mate pregnant on the first night of her immortal life? He thought of all the precum he’d already delivered. Yet as long as he didn’t spill inside her without a buffer, they’d be fine.
Right? The Instinct would tell her quickly enough.
To get to the cuffs, Munro would have to harness the beast. Why was Will so certain he could on a night like this? Too far gone, brother.
Pressures bore down on Munro. His risen beast. His female’s tight channel contracting around his cockhead. The blazing moonlight.
His feelings for her.
He’d thought he’d lost her, and now she had returned to him. He was frantic to claim her forever. But then Munro imagined his first conversation with her: “Good morning, lover. Welcome to immortality—and motherhood!”
Go to the shadows, beast. Now! Having waited centuries for this as well, the creature roared, shaking the trees around them.
No way Munro could best it. It was too strong, its cravings too powerful.
Yet all of Munro’s dreams were so close. Kereny had resurrected and recognized him as her mate. Magic to contain her beast was only feet away. Seize the future right here, right now, Munro.
For her.
He battled his beast as never before. To the fucking shadows, creature!
Munro’s eyes went wide—he was returning to the surface. He inhaled and exhaled deep breaths until he’d muzzled his beast. At least for a time . . .
When he seized Kereny’s waist to lift her off his throbbing length, she fought him, squeezing his flanks with her thighs.
“Mercy!” Gnashing his fangs, he pulled her upward. Cool air met the hot moisture on his shaft, and his ballocks drew up to spill inside her. That would ruin everything! His head thrashed as he teetered on the brink of release.
Inhale. Exhale. Think of anything other than the wolven goddess who wants to use you for her pleasure.
Once he’d withdrawn, she snapped her fangs at him.
“Need a second, love!” Going against his every instinctive drive, he disentangled himself from her and shot to his feet; she tackled him back down. This rough play was just as arousing to the beast!
Extricating himself once more, Munro sprinted toward the cuffs.
She threw back her head and howled, a plaintive sound that tore at him and gutted his confused beast. It might as well be asking, Why are we not tending to her?
Munro spotted the cuffs under a tree. He’d just lunged for them when she caught him again. She nipped his chest with her little fangs, and he almost forgot what he was after.
Cuff?
Cuff!
The contraceptive was thin and black; the other was silver and looked battered. He clasped the black one around his wrist.
Should he try to cuff her as well? But then he’d be caging her beast when his own was soon to rise again. Her first time to have intercourse would be at the mercy of a ravening animal, after she’d just resurrected from the dead.