Page 43 of Make Me Bleed

“I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I tried real honey.”

“Ah, darlin’. You don’t know what you’re missing out on. Here.” Using only one finger, he gathers a drop on the tip before placing it against my lips. “Go. Suck.”

Well, he did tell me to…

I swipe my tongue over the honey, gathering it all up before sucking his fingertip into my mouth.

Hank swallows roughly, biting back a groan. “How was it?”

I give him a mischievous grin of my own. “I think I need more to decide whether I like it or not. No,” I say when he’s about to dip his finger back into the open jar. “Can I have it.”

“Whatever you want. It’s yours.”

That’s what I hoped he’d say. Taking the jar from him, I set it next to my hip as I shift until I’m resting my ass on the edge of the mattress—and I’m positioned right in front of his midsection.

Creative, right? That’s what I said.

Okay.

With a dare written on my face, I leave the jar of honey where it is as I reach for the button on his jeans. I snap it open easily, then slowly tug the zipper down.

Hank’s breath catches, though he makes no move to stop me.

Good.

Once the zipper is down, I gently tap his inner thigh, gesturing for him to widen his stance just enough to give me room. Only then do I slip my hand inside of his jeans, nodding in approval to see that he doesn’t have any underwear on beneath them. There’s nothing stopping me from taking firm hold of his erection and yanking it out so that his monster-sized dick is just about at my eye-level.

He’s barely breathing now. Watching with pleading in his eyes, I grab the honey and lift it up.

He hisses out my name. “Elise.”

I set the jar back on the floor so that I don’t accidentally spill the rest of his gift. Then, smiling when I notice that he’s clenched his hands into tight fists to hide the fact that he’s lost enough control of his wild side that his claws are peeking through, I part my lips and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.

Once he’s swiped clean, I proceed to taste the honey that’s dripped over every inch of his cock, paying close attention to the thick veins along the side.

I don’t bite him, though the temptation is there. Instead, I suck, only pausing once to tell him, “You’re right. Ilovehoney, too,” before I give myself over to the need to make Hank roar as he comes inside my mouth.

That afternoon,I know that if I spend another day with Hank, I’ll wake up as his bonded mate. And while I don’t haveany intention of waiting that much longer before I wear his bite on my skin, I haven’t had a shower in days—and I’d much prefer to be clean before he makes me all dirty again.

Hank’s den has quite a few amenities. What it doesn’t have? Is running water. Luckily, as a vampire, I don’t have to worry about peeing outside since I don’t do that. But bathing? I’m a very fastidious supe. I need to be clean, especially since I’m sticky all over.

Of course, I mentioned that and my beloved’s immediate reaction is to offer to lick me clean again…

I laugh, shoving him in his chest. “I’m serious, Hank. Your bear might be happy, bathing in the river. I need a hot shower.”

“You smell delicious, darlin’.” He leans in, nipping my bottom lip, kissing me. “Taste even better.”

He must really be attracted me to saythat. “You’re my mate. You have to think so.”

“Damn straight. And I mean it. So if you’re rushin’ off for this shower ‘cause you think that’s what I want?—”

“It’s what I want.”

We’re still in the bedroom, the half-empty jar of honey lying on its side on the floor of his den. Hank is sprawled out on his back, completely naked, while I tried to be a little demure by patting my dress into place once he was done going down on me. It’s hiked up a little after I curled up next to him, my hand splayed on his chest as I work up the nerve to leave.

He’s playing with the skirt now. It would be so easy to lift it up, slide my panties over, and climb on top of him… but I mean it. I want a shower, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Hank, it’s that he’llalwaysput what I want first.

I won’t take advantage of it. This mating serves both of us. I have to do everything I can to prove that he wouldn’t want another mate—and hopefully I did when I pleasured him—butthat doesn’t mean I’m willing to sacrifice what I want when it’ll end up working out for both of us.

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