I’ve heard people in town talking about the owner of Mosswood’s newest accommodation, and to be honest, most of what I heard wasn’t very nice. When we reach the end of the secluded gravel drive and pull up out front of the first cute little eco-cabin he’s waiting for us, arms folded across his flannelette shirt and a surly expression on his face. He pushes off the wooden beam he’s been leaning on as I open the door of the truck. “I thought you said two o’clock.”
I was willing to give Gryff Evans the benefit of the doubt, but maybe the townsfolk were right. This guy is more prickly than a porcupine at mating season. I give him a forced smile. “Yeah, sorry. We ah… we were delayed.” I offer him my hand to shake, and he gives it a long hard look before eventually clasping it in his firm grip.
“I’m Sebastien, and this is my mate, Vera.” I tip my head toward Vera as she comes to join me.
Gryff eyes the two of us suspiciously. “There’s an additional linen charge for rutting your mate through a heat. She’s not about to go into heat, is she?”
I’m prevented from giving him the rude answer that deserves when a voluptuous blonde woman carrying a bag of trash opens the door to the cabin and immediately makes a face at him. “Gryff Evans, are you trying to charge people for extras that don’t exist again!”
The grouchy werewolf turns and immediately hurries to take the bag of trash from the woman’s hands. “Babygirl, you don’t have to take out the trash. This is my project, remember? And no. Just sayin’ that a heat cycle is a lot of cleaning. I’ve decided to introduce a new fee is all.”
Undeterred, the blonde scoffs. “Nonsense. Don’t be so grumpy. She gives us a bright smile and a big wave. “How are you? I’m Honey. Don’t mind Gryff. He’s kind of new to the whole hospitality thing, but we’ve glad to have you. You’re some of our first customers, so we’re excited to see what you think.”
“She’s being nice to you to try to save me from another scathing review,” says Gryff ruefully. “And I should probably listen to her. She’s usually right. How long have you been mated?”
I wrap my arm around Vera and pull her against my side and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Four weeks.” My chest swells with pride every time anyone asks me about Vera.
Gryff gives me a knowing look. “So maybe you haven’t been tormented the way I have yet. You’re still looking too confident. Just wait until she takes you down a peg or two. Fate is always right, and that includes your fated mate.”
Honey just rolls her eyes and jabs her elbow into his side good naturedly.
I can’t help laughing wondering how he came to learn that particular lesson. Sounds like there’s a story there!
They hand us the keys and the check-in information, and I carry our bags in from the truck.
“I like him,” Vera stretches up to kiss my cheek as I hand her the cooler so she can begin transferring the food I brought into the little fridge. I don’t plan on leaving the bed except to cook for her and for Sunday lunch at the Ballards’. This is going to be a perfect weekend.
“Smarter than he looks, I guess.” I give her a wink.
Once all the bags are put away, I throw myself on the bed and wait for Vera to join me. I’m scrolling through my socials, which I haven’t touched in weeks, when she crawls onto the bed and on top of me, curling up there like I’m her personal mattress.
“Mmm. Now where were we? I think we got interrupted before.” She starts unfastening my belt, and I’m just about to put aside my phone when something catches my eye.
My dad has posted another cheesy quote about love. That’s the third one this month. I honestly don’t know why I even have him on my socials except sometimes that’s the only way to know what’s going on in his life. The guy’s not real forthcoming.
I bet he’s got yet another girlfriend he’ll dump within the year.
I click on his profile and stare at the brand-new profile picture which absolutely confirms he has a new girlfriend, only the new girlfriend looks familiar. The predictable loved-up selfie shows Dad with his arm around an older woman with shoulder-length hair a mix between brown and gray and my square chin. In the photomy motheris looking at Dad like she wants to eat him up. In a way she hasn’t looked at him since I was about seven.
I should feel happy. After all, I wished for this every Christmas and forgotten birthday for about five years. When they were too busy destroying each other’s lives to remember they had a son. But all I feel is a little sick to my stomach. There’s no way this lasts. I give this five months before I’m dealing with the fallout yet again.
In disgust, I switch off the screen and toss my phone aside. I’m not letting them ruin my time with Vera. She’s the one thing in my life that’s always represented the pure and perfect to me. So my lousy parents don’t get to intrude on this time.
TWENTY TWO
Bastien
I pass out sometime after the second knotting I give Vera with her snug pussy still holding me deep and her little sighs puffing warm air against my chest.
It’s still nighttime when I wake again to her riding me, rolling her hips, grinding over my semi-hard cock with the mess of our juices spilling out of her and spreading until it drips into my navel and down my sides.
My girl doesn’t stop. She just keeps right on using my cock like her personal sex toy, so for a while I stare up at her in wonder, just enjoying the sight of her. Her lips part on a breathy sigh. Her eyes are pressed shut as she chases yet another orgasm. I’ve lost count, but I know there have been many. She’s near insatiable—so goddam perfect.
I don’t know if I have another in me just yet, but she’s welcome to try to milk it from me with her pussy.
I let out a low growl and slide my hands up her thighs to cup her ass and urge her on. Her eyes snap open, and she givesme a lazy smile, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth in a way that tightens my balls and makes my cock lurch inside her. “You’re so fucking beautiful up there, Vera.”
“Yeah?” Her movements speed up, her chest rising and falling faster as she gets closer.
