Page 29 of Little Howl of Moon

“Thirty seconds,” he whispered.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Oli,” I whimpered. “Oli, I can’t.”

“Yes you fucking can.”

“Oli.”

A low howl left me as my cock pulsed.

“Five . . . four . . .”

Fuck.

“Three . . . two . . .one. Come for me, little pup.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Cum burst from my cock, spurting onto the floor, painting it with my seed. I groaned, shuddering as my orgasm wrapped mein heat and pleasure. I felt like I was flying, every muscle melting until I realized I was sprawled out on the floor.

Oli pulled the ginger free and took a minute to clean up, then returned to me, running his hands through my fur. He straddled my lower back, massaging me until he just laid on top. I loved the weight of his body on mine.

I felt so content.

So happy.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “I think I’m in another world right now.”

He chuckled, his fingers still working the knots between my shoulder blades. “When you come back, we should shower together. How does your ass feel after the figging?”

“Still burns. But good. Really good.”

“Time to keep buying ginger then, huh?”

I smiled. “Well. Youarea chef.”And my mate.

Oli grinned against me. “And you’re my little werewolf.”

9 /FULL MOON

Oliver

The moon glowed above us as I curled into Steel’s side. We’d brought a blanket out to my backyard, and it only felt right that we’d cuddle under the full moon.

Pearlescent light danced through the leaves of the trees that surrounded my home. The blanket was soft under us, Steel’s body was warm, but the air was cool. A gentle breeze ruffled my hair, and he let out a gentle yawn.

It was Sunday now. The weekend had flown by. We’d spent the entire day sleeping and enjoying good food and having even better sex. I’d learned that Steel had an aversion to onions, but he loved unique cheese, so I’d turned my kitchen upside down making charcuterie and a soup we could enjoy together.

All in all, the last few days had been an absolute dream. Both of our bodies were a little sore, but satiated.

His rut seemed to be waning, just a little bit. He was still horny, and frankly, I had a feeling that would be our condition as long as we were around each other.

I pressed my ear against Steel’s chest, listening to the heavy thump of his heart. His claws gently pushed through my hair, stroking my scalp in a way that was easy and pleasing.

“This weekend was perfect,” he sighed happily.

I didn’t want to go back to real life.