Page 87 of Smoke and Moon

He frowned but still held her gaze.

“You going to bite me again?”She tried to remain strong and appear unaffected by the possibility of Chanin sinking his teeth into her, but her words came out breathy.

Chanin drew a line along the side of her face, went behind her ear, and continued down the side of her neck.When he arrived at the curve of her shoulder, he stayed and swirled around her skin in a figure eight.“The nip I placed before on your sweet inner thigh was nothing, little bunny.I’ll have you right here when I claim you as my full mate.”More sensual designs.“I’ll sink my teeth into you so deep my mouth will fill with your flesh and blood as my wolf feeds you his life’s source.All while I drive my cock hard into you.”

That should not have been as titillating as it was to Morlie.She should have been disgusted by such nefarious language.But her body didn’t get the message her brain tried to send down because her sex became liquid.Liquid.

She felt the cream sliding from her core and seep along her inner labia and pool in the valleys, bracketing her clit.But it didn’t stop there.No, it rained down and slicked the apex of her thighs.

The sound of one loooong inhale from Chanin filled the space between them, making Morlie aware that furtive need wasn’t a secret.

The amber in his eyes snuffed out the Nordic blue shimmering with a golden glow from within him.His gaze locked on her, his hand on her shoulders tightened, and for a moment, he began to pull her closer.

Take me.Claim me.Right then, Morlie wanted everything he had promised he would give her.

However, the Lupine Alpha, seeming to have the strength of ten gods, released her and stepped back.He closed his eyes, and his face grew taut as if a war raged inside him.When he opened his lids, his eyes were clear blue once again.

“I want you, little bunny, but there is no time right now.I have pressing responsibilities I’ve allowed to linger for too long already.Let me dress.I’ll return to heal your hand.”

To heal me?

Before she could respond, he walked down the hall to the right.

Don’t look at his ass.Don’t look at his fine, sexy, finely-chiseled ass and the thick thighs below.Too late.

Morlie snatched her gaze away from Chanin’s striking form.Now that she was no longer distracted by the domineering man who captured her focus, she looked at her surroundings.

She moved beyond the small foyer and into the great room.There was a living room with two long couches and a loveseat, all surrounding a long coffee table.The furniture was gray, but the table, lamps, and curtains were black—very masculine.She walked beyond the living room to the kitchen area and saw various appliances installed for cooking, but Chanin’s kitchen table was long and seated ten people.

She wondered if other members of his Pack lived with him or if he held a lot of gatherings in his house.The space differed in many ways from the Drahks’ way of living.Most of their meals in the Mckenna suites were provided by Aodh’s attendant or taken in the great hall with others.Even though Morlie knew some of the dragon-shifters’ dwellings had kitchens.

But Chanin’s place reminded her of the home she had with her parents before they died.Not in size, even their two-bedroom living quarters underground could only fit into Chanin’s living room, but it was where her mother cooked, and they sat as a family.

Family.Morlie didn’t know what that would look like with Chanin.

Kai had gotten pregnant, but did the wolf Alpha want children with her?

As she looked around, what fascinated her was his house’s walls.Chanin had a brick space, unlike the concrete structures of the Drahk buildings or the shabby sheet metal that patched holes in abandoned buildings in the Dispatch District.

For some reason, her mind chose that moment to recount a children’s story her mother would recite to her before bed about three little pigs and a big bad wolf.Morlie recalled huffing and puffing from the wolf, but the house of bricks held firm, and the piglets were safe against his outside dominance.So, what did it mean for her to be trapped inside the strong structure with the wolf?

“Alright, Morlie.Let me see your hands.”Chanin’s voice broke into her thoughts.

She turned and saw him walking out wearing well-worn, dark-blue jeans and an orange t-shirt.His long, powerful strides ate up the space quickly as he crossed the room to her.The ends of his long, blond hair flipped and fluttered on the current of wind his movements caused.While they had been together in the woods, she didn’t have the chance to bury her hand in his hair and feel how it felt gliding through her fingers.Her sore hands tingled from the fantasy.

“Come sit.You’ll be more comfortable.”He maneuvered with ease around the furniture and sat on the edge of the coffee table.

Morlie was impressed the table didn’t buckle under his weight.She moved toward him.

Chanin patted the couch cushion before him as his gaze beckoned her.

Once there, she hesitantly claimed the seat he indicated, feeling unsure about sitting in the space between his wide-spread knees.It placed Chanin way too close.

“Hands.”He held his empty palm out before her.

“Where are the supplies?”She glanced toward the table to see if she had missed him carrying something, but nothing was there.

“I have everything I need to heal you.”He waited for her to comply with his request.

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