Iris kissed him again. ‘Except the Divine.’
Alfie shook his head. ‘Even with her, even in the depths of that thrall, you were with me. Even before the connector opened, you were there. The witches are right. There are too many bonds lacing us together, Iris.’
Iris darted her head close and flicked her tongue over his top lip. Beautiful wolf. She stole another glance at the full moon. Lilith had taken care of that too. Right now, it was like Alfie wasn’t a werewolf. Like it had never happened, like they had turned back time. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ Iris whispered. ‘I want to climb on to your magnificent cock. Right now. But will it ruin the pictures? You’ll have your jeans on, but you’ll need to have a bulge there. I shouldn’t let you come yet. You ought to be hard.’
You can fake the bulge with something if need be.
Iris turned, irritated. ‘Oh, leave us be, Matthew, please.’
Sorry, sis, you know I can’t seem to do that.
‘God, Matt, is this going to work? Will this make you leave forever?’ Iris felt a lump in her throat as she said that.
I have absolutely no idea, Matt said wryly and wandered a little way off into the trees. But he didn’t vanish the way he used to.
‘You won’t need to fake the, uh, bulge,’ said Alfie. ‘Even though Lilith has held my form, the moon’s still affecting me. You could fuck me all night tonight and I wouldn’t go soft.’
‘Really?’ said Iris, arousal hitching her breath. ‘That’s very good to know.’
Iris got Alfie’s jeans down, tugging them hard to force them through the tight gap between his bare arse and the bark of the tree. He was already so hard, precome wet on the tip. Sap sticky.
Iris kicked off her trousers and underwear. She kept her rough-soled combat boots on. She put her hands on his shoulders and then her arms around his neck, bracing her legs and getting some purchase on the bark as she climbed him and the tree until she perched above Alfie’s cock.
‘Fuck,’ he said softly, ‘you’re so fucking strong.’
‘Yeah, killer bitch me.’ Iris laughed and then gasped as she sheathed her already wet cunt on to Alfie’s cock.
Alfie gasped too, his face twisting in quick ecstasy.
It was so strenuous to fuck this way, Iris loved it instantly. She loved it when she had to work for it. Years of training had taught her to race, to fight, to capture. She worked herself on Alfie’s cock. Faster. Her leg muscles screaming as she fought to keep herself tensed against the tree with the grip of her thick soles.
She slammed herself over and over on Alfie’s cock. Feeling the trees all around her. Feeling the weight of this place, where the Beast had torn them apart, killed Matt, bitten Alfie, changed her forever.
And something coursed through Iris. Maybe it was the absolution she had always wanted. Maybe not. But it was something raw and powerful. Alfie moved his head and bit her neck and she almost but not quite fell. She screamed and bucked, twisted on his cock, threw her head back and looked right at the moon.
What was she? Warrior wolf. Vampire? Witch? Killer bitch? She felt like a little bit of everything rolled into one.
Only human.
Author’s Note
My first and forever thanks to Ewan who did everything he could to make the survival horror of creating these books easier, short of actually writing them for me. And, believe me, if I could have talked him into that, I would’ve. Thank you. I love you. Thanks also for buying a white coat from the army surplus just so I could check a few facts.
To Adam, who went down on his knees in production to give me workable deadlines and, according to legend, once right on to his belly. I’m still waiting for photographs.
To Madelynne Ellis who made all three books better by giving it to me scarily straight and told me to tie Alfie and Leon together – just for you, M! To Kristina Lloyd who taught me so much about sex and writing and writing sex. And who likes white coats too.
To everyone at Lust Bites. Everyone in Oxford. My family. My kids. My cat. And Rob – I don’t know if you did anything much to help with this book, but I like you. And I’m going to call you as soon as I have written this.
Also, because I can, I would like to thank Iris Instasi-Fox, Alfie Friday, Blake Tabernacle, Lilith, Cate Ray, Leon Whitesnake, Zac Booth, Misty Sun, Aurelia Toto, Pearl White, William ‘Pure’ White, Ella Pepper, Erin Cobalt, Charles Cobalt, Darius Cole, Merle Cobalt, Vikram Rose, Malcolm Tobias, Hera, Sabrina and Matthew Instasi-Fox for spending a really strange year with me.
Silver werewolves, my God, I can’t believe I wrote all that.
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