Page 114 of Bewitching the Wolf

“Especially my mom.”

“And your sisters? And your cousins?”

Her eyes are soft and mossy as she traces the lines of my face with her claw drawn softly against the skin. “Everyone.”

I smile triumphantly, rolling onto my back now and pulling her against my flank.

We lie there in happy silence while I trace little circles around her nipple, which obligingly peaks.

She muses, “When I first met you, I’m sure I saw High Priest written on your forehead in indelible ink.”

I laugh. “Yeah, well High Wixen was written all over yours. Miss bossy britches shoving potions and smoothies down my throat.”

She sticks out her pretty tongue, and I immediately imagine all the things she can do with it. My cock hardens.

Her hand moves down and she clasps my knot. “After the day you’ve had, you should probably sleep,” she says wistfully.

“Nope, don’t need sleep.”

“If you require a potion to help you perform, I could mix you one.”

“Nope. I just need more of you. Your scent is intoxicating.”

“I think my heat is peaking. In a week I reckon I’ll be at my most fertile.” She smiles that little foxy smile. “Which will be the Spring Moon Festival. Maybe I’ll get an opportunity to run with the wolves…”

“Make that singular.”

“Okay. Just one wolf, then.”

“If you run, I will chase you. And when I catch you, I will impregnate you with our cub.”

“I’d love that, more than anything.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I breathe.

To think that we will make a cub together makes my cup of happiness overflow. One who will carry forward the new order on Earth, where humans and monsters will once again live together in harmony.

As she raises her eyes to mine, I gaze into her beautiful face, wondering if our cub would have her color eyes or mine. Or maybe one of each. Green and amber.

Then my wicked urges get the better of me. “Are you up for another round?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She slaps me playfully. “Goddess, that’s not romantic.”

“Blame it on my wolf,” I growl.

Tippy chuckles, raises her face and we rub noses. “Well, tell your wolf he better give me multiples.”

“Oh, we will, baby. We will.”

CHAPTER 37

One week later…

TIPPY

I stand, nervously pulling at my outfit. My tail skims over the long silky fabric of the skirt. I’ve paired it with a velvet bodice that laces up the front, with a frothy white lace blouse underneath with puffed sleeves. I made it myself based on the drawings of Leonora when she first meets Agdar.

Its style is, I’ve since learned, called medieval, which was apparently a period on Earth many moons ago. Now that we have access to all the books from the Sparkle archives, we are avidly reading up on the history of Earth.