Page 23 of The Monster's Desire

His head cocks to the side as he studies me. His eyes glow a yellowy color that indicates his wolf is very near the surface.

“They’re barely more than pups.” I hate that tingly feeling that comes from being forced to answer. “It’s not like the universe was going to let me get back to my hotel tonight, anyway...not without doing whatever bidding it deemed needed to be done.”

“What?” he growls in a low, menacing tone.

“I spent the last hour or two driving around, trying to find my hotel. I might have a crappy sense of direction, but I can assure you, it’s not that bad.” My vision gets hazy, and I stumble a step. “I hate that alpha bark crap. You couldn’t have just asked nicely? What the hell, jackass? I did you a favor, and you bark at me? That’s so uncalled for.”

The alpha’s eyes cease to glow, and he laughs, shaking his head at the star-filled sky.

That’s just unacceptable. He looks far too devastatingly handsome while also letting his insanity show. It’s inconvenient and distracting. And also, kind of appealing. No one should be that hot with their crazy on display.

“Blood or fuck?” he asks, suddenly very close. He wraps a muscled arm around my back and pulls me into his chest. “Feed or fuck to replenish what you so freely gave to protect my pups?”

“W-what?” I stutter. “We probably need to have a completely different conversation, if those are your kids, because they were definitely—”

A calloused hand clamps over my mouth. “They’re part of my pack so they’re mine,” he murmurs, dipping his face into the crook of my neck. “You smell fucking fantastic.”

“Thank you,” I mumble into his hand.

“How do you prefer to feed?” He repeats the question. He finally removes his hand from my mouth, and I blink at him for an awkward amount of time.

“You owe me nothing.” Not many pick up on the demon blood in my ancestry, but clearly, he has. One of my relatives definitely took a dip in the demon pond. Most likely with an incubus or a succubus. It’s how I’ve managed to stay under the radar working at The Den. The sex charged atmosphere replenishes my magic without me having to do much. The same can be said for fertility witches, making it the perfect cover.

“Little witch,” he barks, drawing me out of my hazy thoughts.

“Blood,” I say without the ability to hold back the word. I’m drained to the point I don’t think the small buzz I’d get from sex would touch how empty I am.

“Pity,” he mutters. “Get on with it, then...”

Blood witches can consume blood to replenish our magic, but in general, we do not have fangs.

And yet, mine slide out at the invitation.

It’s like a teenager popping a boner when their girlfriend comes out in a bikini.

“I knew it.” His very nude body is exceptionally hard against mine. His strong forearm wraps under my bottom, lifting me. My legs twine around his waist as my heart pounds violently in my chest. My tongue involuntarily runs over my teeth as I study his neck. I’d also really like to know what heknew. “Sink your teeth in, little witch,” he growls. His eyes glow, signaling either his wolf is very unhappy with his form of repayment or...I don’t really know.

That’s probably the only option.

Wolves don’t care to be fed on.

My teeth ache as I dive forward.

My mouth latches to his throat, and I let out an embarrassing little moan as my tongue flicks over his skin.

Awesome, Nadia, way to make this even more awkward.

All reasonable thought flees my mind as my teeth sink into his flesh. The delicious flavor of alpha blood fills my mouth, making me whimper. A large hand squeezes my ass as the other cups the back of my head. My tongue flicks over the salty skin of his neck as I gulp greedily.

My hands dig into his shoulders, and after several strong pulls of his blood, I’m no longer on the edge of passing out. The alpha groans wickedly as I take a few more satisfying drinks. My teeth pull out of his vein, but my mouth stays close to catch the last pulses before his skin heals itself.

Obviously, we’re going from dancing the line to full-blown crossing it. My tongue teases over the wound, cleaning his flesh for him as his hands cup my ass, dragging my pussy over his very hard erection. Yeah, not even the material of my clothing can hide how impressive he is.

Ahh, hell.

I haven’t even been in town an entire day. I have no clue if this alpha is someone of importance.

The awkward feeling doesn’t let up as I clear my throat and wiggle to be let down.

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