Page 51 of The Biting Bargain

Anger is blazing in her eyes.

"Oh, bite me," she hisses, "All you can do is talk in cryptic hints."

And just like that, I snap. The wolf the curse no longer holds at bay takes possession of me. Without any warning, I’m in freefall again.

Hunt her, claim her, make her mine.

I crash my mouth onto hers. To shut her up. To make that urge to possess her go away, at least a little. To show her who’s actually in charge.

Polly whimpers as her tongue strokes mine, her hands buried in my hair, her body arching against me, and all I can think is... more.

One second the kiss is a fight, her against me, greedy and open. And then…

…something strange happens. The kiss transforms, unfurls into something else, something soft. Tender. With a life of its own. She subsides, yields to me, and the sinister shadow inside me, just ready to rip and tear things apart, softens and gives a pliable growl.

I want more of her. More than to possess her. Keep her. I want all of her. Not just her blood, not just her submission. I want that little nervous laugh when she's yakking her head off. I want to see that little angry V between her eyebrows. I want the gleam in her eyes when she slurps her favorite ramen. I want all her off-timed wisecracks. Her giggles. I want all of that, and more. Her flashy outfits, her butterscotch hair, her smile, her frown, everything.

To the last drop.

"Please don't stop again," she mutters into our kiss.

"Don't intend to," I groan out, but detaching myself from her with some effort. Our faces are only inches apart. Her eyes are foggy, pupils wide. She feels so fragile in my grip that my throat goes tight with want and awe. Like I’m holding something precious, something I must protect at all costs.

A possessive growl rolls up my throat again and I’m hardly able to turn it into another failed throat clearing.

"Assuming you want to..." I add hoarsely.

"I do," she breathes, her chest rising and falling. "Bite only" doesn't work anyway. I do want to have purely transactional sex with you."

I frown, immediately stamping down the burgeoning unease at the word transactional. Of course, perks are just part of the deal between us.

She will never know that she’s my actual weak spot. I will make sure of that.

She kisses me again and I startle. Never in all those years has anyone ever taken the initiative to kiss me. I was always the one to start things. But Polly’s insistence is as intoxicating as her soft, yielding lips on mine, the restless little gasp as I finally return the kiss, open her mouth to mine and breathe her in.

Kissing down her neck, tasting the salty tang of her skin, I peel her out of her dress, free her breasts, kiss and give the left one a light suck. The moan she gives goes right through me like a thunderstruck, all the way down to my cock.

"I want to look at you," I say, coming up and hovering over har. Swallowing, she let her hands sink to her sides as my eyes travel across her curves. Her legs, the swell of her hips, those pebbling nipples. The soft curve of her neck.

All the depraved things I want to do to her tonight flash through my head at once. It involves leashes and spanking and her kneeling in front of me while she takes me deep into her mouth, gagging and crying. Purely transactional, but depraved nonetheless. My usual cravings with drones.

But somehow I don’t feel like doing that. I still want her with an intensity that borders on painful.

But it feels like I want something else entirely and I can’t name it.

"Very pretty," I say, still reeling from the strange sensation rippling through me. "Such a beautiful little drone for me to play with."

Her eyes widen a notch, her cheeks flushing even deeper, and I drink in every reaction of her.

"Come here." I get up and pull her with me into a sitting position.

She blinks once before understanding sinks in and climbs onto my lap, just as she did when we first met at Club Sanguine. Maybe I’m just as eager to continue where we left things off.

I don’t touch her as she slides onto my lap, thighs spread. The sweet smell of her arousal tickles my nose and the urge to grab her is almost unbearable. I fight it down.

"Touch yourself."

She frowns, tilting her head. "I thought you were going to touch me."

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