“And when is the full moon?” I say, my voice trembling.
“Now,” he growls.
A shudder rips through my body and Linton inhales deeply.
“Fertile,” he rasps.
He could well be right. I last had a period a week before he dropped into my life. Chances are I am ovulating, in time with the full moon.
I suspect this might be auspicious, and of course, this is the Yeavering, after all.
Linton continues to nibble on my skin, his claws scrabbling at the ties on my dress.
I push him away.
“Wait.” It’s my turn to growl.
Linton’s chest heaves with desire, and his brow is drawn low with confusion as I take two steps back from him. We’ve mated once. He is, by his own admission, inexperienced. It means I get to take control, and I already know he’s only too happy to relinquish it.
“Wait?” he pants.
“Wait. Be a good boy.”
Linton whines and clutches at the front of his trousers which are bulging at the seams with what I know is my second monster.
“My Kaitlyn,” he rasps. “I must mate you. I must claim you.”
“You will, when I say you can,” I respond, slipping my arms free from my dress and lowering it so the front skirts my nipples.
Linton’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, his hips jerk, and for a moment, I think I might have overplayed my hand, but then he growls, his red eyes darkening as my dress slips further and I let it go to the floor.
Thing is, magical garments are amazing. They hold everything together, so when I am undressed, I am completely naked, save for the tiny scrap of silk over my pussy.
Yes, the knickers I was given by Joanna are not magical. And they areskimpy!
I don’t think my feral mothman is going to wait any longer, and I’m completely right. He scoops me up and buries his head in my chest, his long tongue lapping at one of my nipples as he groans my name.
I wrap my legs around him, and Linton carries me through his cave throne room, through another large room which appears to be piled high with crates, and then into a passage which winds higher and higher. All the time, Linton continues to devour my breasts, giving first one nipple attention, then the other. His antennae are raised high on his head, and it would appear this is how he is navigating.
I brush my hand over one of them, and he stops instantly with a groan.
“Do you wish me to mate you right here, my Kaitlyn? Because I will if you continue to touch me,” he gasps.
“I want you to mate me under the full moon,” I respond.
“Then your wish is my command.” He pounds up the passage, and we burst out into a huge room which has a large four-poster bed in the centre.
“Is this…your bedroom?” I gasp.
“I did sleep, once,” Linton says, whirling me around in his arms. “I think.” He looks at me. “I dreamt of you, mate.”
“You did?”
“I think I did.” He looks a little lost.
“You have me now,” I remind him.
His face cracks into the biggest, wickedest smile.
