Page 84 of Wanted

Unfortunately, our little hedonistic moment is ruined when she accidentally cuts herself on my fangs and her bitter blood spills into my mouth.

It’s my fault, entirely.

My excitement my undoing.

You’d think after five hundred fucking years, I would be able to control my fangs.

But no.

I’m like a stupid, horny teenager.

If I thought she wouldn’t be frightened, I would slap the fuck out of myself.

And I’m sorely tempted to ask Asher to give me a good thump for my carelessness.

For destroying the amazing few moments when we were chasing our desire for each other together.

Mentally berating myself for a few seconds, I try to get myself back into the moment. I can’t continue to focus on all of my mistakes.

The kiss. Think of the kiss, I tell myself.

I ignored everything.

The car.

The direction we drove.

The others surrounding us.

I was fixating on her again. Utterly fascinated by how she was responding to me.

But this bitter taste in my mouth…

It’s nothertaste.

Not the taste I crave with all of my being.

Pouting, she leans back and asks again, “Why did you stop? It felt so good.”

Just hearing her say it feltso goodhas my erection straining against my pants to be free.

With her bitter taste still lingering, trying to spoil the experience of our first kiss, I press my forehead against hers and murmur a lie. “We were getting carried away, and I’d rather continue this in private.”

This fucking car doesn’t give us much room to move around. And there’s no privacy for a more intimate experience.

I’d rather not undress her or take her in front of my family, if I can avoid it.

Looking away from Alena, I ask the others, “How much fucking farther do we have to go?”

“We’re a couple minutes out,” Matthias says with a growl. “Fucking wolves have us on some kind of goat path to wherever they’re sending us.”

Whatever else Matthias is going on a rant about, I ignore. The only thing I need to know is how much time we have until Alena and I can be alone.

There are things that need to be said.

And to be done.

Moving back in for another touch of her lips, I probe at her side of the bond.

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