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even harder when he detected the taste of honey, thick and rich, all over her slick skin. With a groan he couldn’t have suppressed if he’d wanted to, he pressed the tip of his tongue against her entrance, delving inside.
    Honeyed ambrosia teased his taste buds, causing his mouth to water so severely that saliva dampened his lips and chin, quickly washed away by shower water and her sweet wetness as he pushed deeper, letting his teeth and lips rub flush against her skin. At his urging, she opened her legs a little wider. He pressed his mouth as hard against her pussy as he could without actually biting and hurting her.
    She gasped and leaned back with an arm against the wall, moving out of the shower spray, which fell directly on top of his head, soaking his hair and streaming over his face. Water trickled over his back and shoulders and down his arms, dripping from his elbows and probably splashing over the side of the tub. He didn’t give a damn. As she trembled, he ran his tongue up and down her honey-coated cleft, pausing only to pay special attention to her clit. He licked and nipped the little bud lightly, until he could practically feel it swelling against his tongue.
    She breathed hard, almost panting, in a way that reminded him of her in her wolf form. Then she reached down and placed a hand on his head, burying her fingers in his hair, letting her nails rake his scalp as she tried to gather a fistful.
    Raw sensation gripped him like a vice, making his cock throb with an ache so immediate that he shoved his tongue inside her again because it was the only thing he could think to do. Everything below his neck seemed to be paralyzed by sheer sensory overload and her taste dominated his thoughts, so unlike anything he’d ever encountered before. No wonder he’d longed for her – if he’d known what a taste of honey was truly like, he would’ve buried his tongue inside her shortly after laying eyes on her for the first time.
    “Ronnie…” She sighed his name and tried to gather a handful of his hair again. It was too short, though he reveled in the way her fingernails scratched his skull, clutching at something they couldn’t capture. Each little scrape was another sign of her pleasure. He wanted – needed – to know that she was burning for him the way he was burning for her. Half the pleasure of the special mating urge was knowing that his newly-discovered other half felt the same way.
    With another cry, she collapsed back against the wall and would’ve slid down to the bottom of the tub if he hadn’t supported her. Her pose of surrender put her pelvis at a perfect angle, tilting the damp underside of her pussy toward him.
    He took advantage of it by abrading her folds roughly with his tongue, delving inside again, as far as he could go. Honey flooded his mouth and made his head spin as her hips bucked against his face, rocking the little pearl of her clit against his lips as her channel tightened around the tip of his tongue.
    His groan was ragged, almost a growl, and still it didn’t drown out her gasps. She arched against the shower wall, thrusting her hips harder against his mouth, relying on him to support her. Her trust felt good. So did the feel of her soft, damp skin grinding against his lips. He could’ve used his mouth to make love to her that way all day if doing so hadn’t left him aching to take things farther. He persisted until the tremors that wracked her hips became faint trembling, and then even that was gone. When he pulled his mouth away from her pussy, she sighed.
    He raised his head to find her looking down at him with eyes that were wild under heavy lids. The evidence of the pleasure he’d given her was written all over her body – with her hair plastered to her flushed cheeks and wet shoulders, she looked perfectly disheveled. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed more deeply than usual, still bracing herself against the wall. “You all right?” He was careful not to