Page 46 of Bewitching the Wolf

I turn another page.

Agdar is disempowering a guard in his werewolf form. Huge paws and claws draw blood from the man’s neck. Clearly Agdar is willing to kill for his beloved.

I flip the page, eager to see what happens next.

Now Agdar carries Leonora away, gazing down at her with such love in his eyes. Her arms are around his neck, her tail curled around his thighs as he runs.

Swiftly, I turn to the next page.

Leonora and Agdar sleep side by side in a cave together. He cradles her in his arms as she sleeps. And I have to smile, it’s so beautiful, so romantic.

And then I turn the page. And my eyes bug out of my head.

Agdar is chasing Leonora.

It’s altogether a different story from the loving image on the previous page.

What has happened? Have they had a lover’s tiff? Why is he suddenly the aggressor?

But then I peer closer at Leonora, and I see joy and laughter etched on her face. Looking at Agdar, his visage, too, is joyful. This is not a lover’s tiff. This is a lover’s chase!

I turn one more page and my breath stutters in my throat.

Agdar towers above Leonora as she lies spread-eagle below him, her legs wide, hands raised up to draw him to her.

It is an act of supplication to his dominance.

I gasp. Agdar is portrayed now as half wolf and half man, and there is no sparing the eyes of the observer.

The image is incredibly detailed and, I have no doubt, pretty accurate.

Shaggy fur surrounds Agdar’s body, his facial features elongated to be distinctly wolfen, his ears pointed. His pecs and abs are huge, fur-covered, and he has an impressive bushy tail.

But it’s his genitalia that hold my vision in thrall.

He is about to impregnate Leonora with his huge cock as she gazes up at him with such desire, such longing…

The head of his cock is almost arrow-like, the shaft swollen to a point that will surely impale Leonora.

And at the base of his cock, there’s a huge swelling.

His knot.

Fox shifters have small knots. Just a subtle swelling at the base of their penis, which I’ve seen in our anatomy diagrams.

But this wolf’s knot is huge. Magnificent.

Saliva gathers in my mouth, my gaze riveted to the page.

Oh goddess, their position is so reminiscent of Jax and me splayed out on the floor at Bait and Tackle.

Did I look hungrily into his eyes the way Leonora stares into Agdar’s?

Heat beats a path through my body, peaking my nipples and setting my sacred place alight. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to still the throb in my clit.

I swear I am almost coming as the pulse in my vulva beats like a steady drum.

My hand sneaks down, fumbles under my waistband as my body begs for relief, and I gasp as I locate the swollen nub, my fingers sliding in the slick of my arousal.