Page 58 of Mongrel
“Yes, this will do nicely,” says Bowie. He shoves the door shut and inspects it, I assume, for cracks.
With the door closed, I’m mostly lost. My other senses kick in, but my night vision is useless when there’s no light at all. Bowie’s at my side, his hand on my ruff, and I don’t care that I can’t see as long as he’s here.
I drop to the ground with a huff, exhausted. The dirt floor is mostly dry. Not that it matters, and I curl up without another thought.
Bowie sits next to me and strokes my fur. “Are you all right, my darling? You’ve been an absolute warrior tonight, traveling this far.”
Flopping my head into his lap to enjoy the kind words and gentle caress, I hope he doesn’t mind if I don’t shift. I’m going to fall asleep right away; it’s inevitable.
“There, there,” he croons, massaging my neck. It feels heavenly as if paradise had fingers and those fingers were Bowie’s, and they were buried in the thick fur around my neck. With a sigh, I close my eyes.
On my next breath, I open them again. Because I smell blood. Bowie’s blood. My heartbeat picks up. Is he hurt? I should shift.
I’m about to, when his wrist appears under my nose and he says to me, “Drink.”
Oh.Oh.He’s done this for me. Opened a vein to heal my body. He refuses to drink from me yet insists I drink from him. Well, I’m certainly not going to turn it down, but tomorrow night, he must let me feed him. I won’t take no for an answer.
As I lap the delectable blood from his skin with my tongue, tingles begin in my spine and work their way out to my aching limbs. Salt, copper, spice, and Bowie. So good sliding down my throat. So much pleasure I’m near to blacking out.
“Very good, just like that.” Bowie’s voice is low and soft, muffled as if I’m hearing him through a tunnel, but his free arm is heavy on my back, and his thigh is cool beneath my cheek.
I lick lazily until he takes his wrist away.
Then I sleep.
Chapter 19
Bowie is curled around my back when I wake, one arm thrown over my middle, his breath ruffling the fur on my neck.
“Evening,” he says and nuzzles his cheek against my ruff, somehow knowing I’ve woken. One of these nights, I’m going to wake first so I can watch him sleeping instead of the other way around.
The abandoned windmill sheltered us well. Dark, quiet, peaceful—definitely not as nice as a bed in an inn, but much better than a barn cellar that reeks of onions.
I roll onto my back, exposing my belly. Bowie takes the hint and rubs it. Bliss. My tongue lolls from my mouth as he scratches. I feel good. His blood has worked wonders on my sore muscles and aching joints. Tonight I aim to repay that favor.
But first I lick him from chin to forehead. Repeatedly. He squints his eyes shut and takes it like a champ. Only when I’ve licked so much he’s having a hard time breathing do I relent.
Bowie smiles at me, chuckling, and wipes my slobber from his face. “Thank you for the bath.”
I keep my eyes on him as I gently urge a shift, going easy on myself. Weirdly, I like that he’s taken to watching this process. I feel as if I’m showing off.Look what I can do. Knowing he enjoys it makes me preen for him, stretching into his space, my furry belly turning to skin beneath his hand.
“Evening,” I say when the change is complete. My legs are draped over his. He’s had to uncurl himself to give me more space. “Don’t stop.”
I’m mostly kidding, but he rubs my belly anyway. His affection has a decidedly different quality to it in this form. My skin tingles under his soft, cool palm. My cock takes interest in the activity, and I realize, not without a hint of embarrassment, that I’ll grow hard if he continues.
“Actually, maybe youshouldstop,” I yield.
“You told me not to.” He arches a brow. A mischievous glint sparkles in his sapphire gaze. His hand wanders lower. “Have I mentioned how much it pleases me to find you naked so often in my company?”
My cock twitches as if it heard that too.
I crave him. But we’re on a mission, and if I cause a delay that impedes our success, the consequences could be dire. “Bowie…” I can’t believe I’m about to protest. His fingers curl around my rapidly plumping cock, and I suck in a gasp. “What about the trail? What ab—”
“Ssh, relax.” He gives an experimental tug that feels so incredible I squirm closer. I can’t help it. “We can’t leave now. The sun hasn’t yet set.”
I’ve never been so relieved for daylight.
Bowie props his head on one hand and strokes me with the other. He’s on his side, fully clothed, while I’m on my back, completely nude. It makes me feel vulnerable, exposed, but not in a way I’m not enjoying. I’m safe with him, so the feeling is welcome. It’s erotic. Makes me want to come for him, so he can watch that too.
