Page 76 of What a Wolf's Heart Decides

He returned the favor, wrapping strong arms around her back, one big palm splayed over her spine.

Now her whole chest was mashed against his face, giving her no choice but to sit in a straddle position while an Alpha werewolf suckled her breasts.

She settled deeper on his lap, her thighs parting wider. Her panties clung to her sex, which throbbed with need. Unless she got her jeans off soon, she was going to soak through them.

Glancing pain—more stimulation than hurt—shot through her breast. Thoughts muzzy, she realized he’d nipped her with his teeth.

Another shot.

Not his teeth. His fangs.

He turned his head slightly, and the bristly hairs on his jaw scraped the inside of her forearm. The telltale edge of a fang dragged down her nipple.

Heat flooded her sex. Her hips rocked forward of their own accord.

His tongue made a final flick, then he released her. Protest rose in her throat, but he took the other nipple in his mouth, his tongue already working her over.

A breathy sigh escaped her. Cool air caressed the damp breast he abandoned—a wicked contrast to the one enveloped in his hot mouth. Soft sucking sounds punctuated by her gasps and his occasional growl filled the quiet room.

She couldn’t tear her gaze off the sight of his head bent at her breast, one nipple wholly in his mouth, the other hard as a rock and cherry red from his attention. It bobbed up and down as her breaths came in faster, uncontrolled hitches.

Need built between her legs, her sex impossibly wet and aching. She spread her legs wider, desperate for relief. Dammit, she didn’t need much, but she needed something.

He kept at her breast, his teeth nibbling and teasing.

Irritation rose in her mind. The breast play was amazing, but she had other, more pressing needs. She ran her hands into his hair. If she could get him to kiss her again, they could move things along.

He pulled her more closely against him, then sucked her deeper into his mouth.

Okay, that didn’t work.

“Bard.” Her voice came out hoarse and smoky, as if she just ended her shift as a phone sex operator.

No acknowledgment. He was lost in his task. Her bare breast next to his head jiggled from his efforts, which rocked her whole upper body.

She slid her fingers deeper into his hair, tugging a little at his head. “Bard.”

Nothing.

“Bard!”

He jerked his head up, releasing her. At the same moment, her fingers tangled in the strap of his eye patch. She yanked her hand back, but it was too late.

The strap slipped over his crown, taking the patch with it.

They both froze.

Her thoughts stuttered, her brain struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.

His eye was there, but it was completely colorless, the whole thing covered in what looked like a milky film. Even the pupil was bleached. It was also tiny, as if it had shriveled under some powerful blast.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

Thick red scars formed a starburst around the socket, zigzagging across his eyelid all the way to his eyebrow. In the center of it all his eye stared, pale and unfocused.

He moved so fast she didn’t have time to react. One minute she was on his lap, the next she was in a sideways heap on the sofa, her hair all over her face.

She righted herself and scrambled to her feet. “Bard, I’m so sorry!”

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