Page 139 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

He pushed those worries aside until daylight.

At night anything was possible including falling for a vampire.

This wasn’t like being with a wolf, she was different. More guarded and yet she was more dangerous. Stronger and faster and with fangs capable of ripping out his throat. But all he wanted was to feel her teeth pressing into his lips. He longed for the accidental cuts—that had almost healed by morning.

He wanted to know what a deliberate bite felt like. It was whispered to be ecstasy. He didn’t ask her though. That was a step too far. Too soon.

Her hand traced up the fly of his short, her fingers brushing over the length of his cock. “You should get out of your wet clothes.”

“So should you.” He slid his hand up her spine and unclasped her bra.

The other night had been rushed, driven by lust brought on by running wild. He wanted something slower this time. He wanted to taste every inch of her and lap the water from her skin. He drew her bra down her arms and was tempted to let it float away, but he doubted she’d appreciate that, so he stuffed it into one of his pockets before taking one hard peaked nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back which made her hips grind against his. He used his fingers to tease her other nipple while her hand found its way into his shorts.

Her cool fingers wrapped around him and stroked, sliding over the head and down the shaft. “My towel is on the shore.”

“I saw.” They should move. If got on his knees to taste her, he’d also half drown himself which would spoil the evening.

They waded back to shore, splashing in their haste. He stripped off his shirt and shorts while she spread out the towel. Then she lay down and beckoned him closer. He kissed her inner thigh and higher, before slowly taking off her panties. She watched him; lips parted.

While his vision was better than a human’s at night, hers would be even better. He kissed the crease of her thigh then traced the lips of her pussy with his tongue. Her legs eased open a little further and his tongue explored a little deeper. While her skin was cool to touch, she wasn’t cold in her center. Her nails pressed into his shoulder, and he was sure she was leaving crescent marks. But he didn’t care.

He suckled on her clit and pressed two fingers into her. She lifted her hips in response, eager for more. He kept up the rhythm, hearing the change in her pulse as she got closer to the edge. Her breathing was short gasps and her fangs were just visible. But she wasn’t watching him anymore. Her eyes were closed.

Her thighs tensed as she came with a smothered moan in her throat and her hips rocking. He’d never heard anything sweeter or tasted anything better.

Slowly he kissed his way up her belly over her breasts to her lips. She opened her mouth to him, and he made sure to kiss her hard enough that his lips caught on her fangs. There it was, the tremor of pleasure. Last night he’d thought it was the thrill of doing something forbidden—he’d add allowing a vampire to bite him to his list of faults—today he was sure it was more.

She licked the drop of blood off her lip, her eyes dark as a moonless night.

“Does it taste good?” He whispered.

“That first sip of coffee in the morning, or sip of liquor in the evening. That moment just before…” She drew in a breath. “I shouldn’t be tasting wolf blood.”

“I want you to.” He wanted her fangs in his neck. Maybe the desire to be bitten is why wolves were forbidden to be with vampires, it was too easy to fall into their thrall.

She hooked her leg over his hip and dragged him closer. He didn’t even try to resist. Even if he did, she’d be stronger and would become stronger with each passing year. He pressed into her, sinking into her wet heat.

Her eyelids flickered closed as she hooked her other leg around his hips and met each thrust. The tips of her fangs were visible, gleaming white against her lip. His blood was hot, even as the breeze swept over his skin. He buried his face against her neck and nipped at her skin. She tightened around him, so he did it again, biting harder, though he’d never break the skin with human teeth, and he had no desire to taste her blood.

Macey shuddered beneath him, her heartbeat fast and unsteady in his ears. Her nails pressed into his back as she took what she needed. Her core clenched around him as she came, sending him over the edge. He didn’t want it to be over already, so he dragged out the sensation, every part of him overly sensitive. She brushed her lips over his throat, and he turned his head offering her more. Needing more.

But she didn’t bite.

He drew back and tried to ignore the ache of missing something he shouldn’t want. He hadn’t asked outright, and she wasn’t going to take. And he wasn’t even sure he could ask. What would those words sound like on his tongue?

He was too aware of his pulse as she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. Her legs eased their grip, releasing him from her hold, but he didn’t pull away.

“I’ll help you with your pack, but when this ends and you want a wolf by your side, what then?”

He doubted that would happen. Macey had a spark that called to him. “Relationships fall apart, and packs go on. I will let you leave. I don’t want people in my pack who long to be elsewhere. That’s not fair, or right.”

She nodded. “Does that mean this is a relationship?”

Was it? He wasn’t sure, but he liked the idea. “It could be.”

“But only after the pack is sorted.”

He lowered his gaze. “Yes. If my father were to find out, there’d be hell to pay.”

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