Page 59 of Just One Bite
Once she utters that word, I’m sucking at the skin on her collarbone. She’s given so much, and the urge to fill her is excruciating. With the rolling of my hips, I rub against her, placing my hardness between her legs, and she breathes in relief.
She’s letting me lead. Trusting me to keep that promise. My hands move up her bare thighs and under her skirt till I’ve got both on her ass and I’m rocking into her.
“We probably shouldn’t do this,” she says right before she moans, and it’s so satisfyingly loud.
Olivia wants some guarantee this isn’t going to change everything. I’m not sure if it will, but nothing will change that she can trust me. That I’ll protect her and her body. That I’ll never hurt her.
“Let me make you feel good.”
I’m rolling her into me, and her arousal grows thicker. My skin itches likeshifting is on the edge. I take a deep breath to calm myself, but the pressure of her is already making the urge to bite her louder. I think of stripping her. Filling her. Biting her as I take her from behind. My fantasies only make me squeeze her tighter to me so she can use me just like she wants.
“Y-you can’t tell anyone.” Her voice is shaky.
“We’re supposed to be dating, remember?”
I grind into her again. She’s close. The sweet scent of her orgasm grows, and I’ll do anything to drag it from her. Our bodies meld together in the sheets. She’s panting. Softly pleading under her breath …
Then her scent shifts. Fear.
Her grip on me loosens, and she pulls away.
I stop, cupping her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
There’s something she doesn’t want to say. I wonder if I’ve scared her somehow. Maybe I squeezed her too tight. Maybe she’s dizzy from blood loss.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, our faces still close. There’s that little dent in her forehead again.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Everything.” She places a hand on my chest. “This was a bad idea last time I did this. I don’t want to repeat my mistakes.”
She looks away when she’s sad. She did it when talking about her mom. Then again when she mentioned her dad. Whatever she’s referencing must have hurt, because she’s staring at the lint on my shirt and running her finger over it.
“I’ll never hurt you.” I rub the back of her head. Maybe this is too much. We’re crossing a line, and she’s not ready yet, and that’s okay. “Let’s stop. We don’t have to do anything.”
The air between us calms, and what’s left is my hand in her hair and my thumb on her cheek. I can stay like this all day. Holding her while her breathing calms, staring into her eyes.
“You always say that.”
“Say what?”
“You say ‘I won’t hurt you.’ The first time you said it I thought it was just a throw-away thing. Something all men say. But you say it like a mantra. You repeat it on purpose.”
I grit my teeth. She would notice that.
“It’s one of those really shitty childhood things. I … uh … once, I lost control as a kid. It’s common for Were children. I hurt someone I really care about.” I contemplate telling her, I don’t usually tell this story. “My mom. I felt so guilty and then I didn’t want to shift anymore. I was scared I’d just lose control and hurt everyone. She taught me to say those words and learn to mean them. It’s a reflex. I don’t say it unless I mean it.”
That memory haunts me even now. My mom’s bloody arm. My dad yelling and threatening me. He never forgave me for that. He says he did, but he still loves to bring it up when he has a little too much to drink. That was the first day I’d seen the face he greets me with now every time we get together.
A moment passes between Olivia and me. I keep rubbing the back of her head because her heart rate is now a calm pulsing beat, and she stays with her cheek pressed to my palm. I won’t rush her. Her lashes flutter, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. We share a brief, low breath, and I move away and—
She kisses me.
One peck, then her tongue enters my mouth.
I draw back an inch, then deepen the kiss, guiding her with my hand on the back of her head.
