I want to feel you. Wrap that tongue around me and let me feel you. Taste me, Opal, please, I beg of you to taste me.” She lapped at his cock and wanted more. His body tasted of heaven. Her wolf moved to his thigh again, but instead of licking him, she sank her canines deep into his thigh and tasted his rich blood. Sloan sat very still after putting his large palm over her head just behind her ears.
Opal expected him to knock her away , and try as she might, her wolf would not let him go. The harder she bit down the more he rubbed his hands through her fur. When she jerked her head, knowing that she was scarring him, he only growled a little but let her mark him.
As soon as she ’d had enough, her wolf let him and her go. Opal looked up at Sloan and into his pain-filled face, then at the wound she’d given him. She ran her fingers over the forming scar before looking at his face again.
“ I didn’t know she was going to do that.” He nodded but said nothing. “Are you pissed at her? At me? I really did try to make her stop.”
“ I know you did. And no, I’m not upset with either of you. She was marking me the same as I did you.” Opal nodded but didn’t move. “I want you. Now more than ever, I want you. Will you let me drink from you?”
“ Yes.” He lifted her up so that she was standing with him. Opal looked into his eyes to see if he truly wasn’t mad. She was nearly as tall as him, but she always felt so tiny when he was near her like this. His cock, full and hard, slid between her legs and she could feel him at her core.
“ Do you have any idea how terrified I was that I couldn’t reach you?” She shook her head and started to ask him why, but he continued first. “The thought that someone could have taken you, hurt you, made me insane. I never even thought to look here for you. But I was going to the woods behind this house when I saw your car. All sorts of things ran through my head, and when I saw you sitting there working, I never thought that you’d shift. Christ, you’re beautiful as a wolf, more so as a woman.”
“ You’d be rid of me then. If someone were to kill me. Wouldn’t you like that?” He paused and stared down at her for several seconds. “You don’t want me any more than I do you, right? I mean, wouldn’t that just simplify things for you if I were gone?”
“ I don’t want you to die.” She turned away from his words, but he pulled her back. “I don’t want you to die, Opal. I’m not even sure that I want to be apart from you for more than an hour. I need you.”
“ I know. You need me or you’ll die.” She moved away from him, and this time he let her. She sat up on her desk after moving back some of the smaller pieces. “But we both seem to enjoy the sex, and I like how you make me feel when I orgasm.”
Opal had never thought of herself as sexy , wasn’t even sure how to look that way. But she knew that he wanted her, and sat back on the big table and spread her legs. As much as it embarrassed her, Sloan seemed to enjoy the view. She just hoped that no one came into the building right now.
“ I have to talk to you about what you just said. I really don’t want you to die. And it has little to nothing to do with having to feed from you.” She nodded and ran her fingers over her breast and felt her nipple tighten. She didn’t believe him. “Do it again. Pinch your nipple until it’s hard for me.”
“ I have a vibrator. I use it sometimes when I can’t sleep. It’s sort of satisfying. Not like when you make me come, but I do enjoy it.” He stepped closer to her and then pulled her chair to sit it between her legs. “I’ve never…I don’t know what to do when we do this. I know that you want me, but I’ve no idea what to do with myself when you do this to me.”
“ What do you mean, when I do this? You mean when I eat you?” She nodded. “You’re such a wild animal when we have sex, yet you can’t say to me—the man who has
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