Page 73 of The Art of Avoiding Your Werewolf

He metme behind the shop during my break, and we talked for a few minutes while a few people tried to watch us.

They weren’t sneaky about it, but we ignored them anyway.

I talked Tori into letting me take the last few hours of her shift again—she was so excited, there wasn’t much convincing required—so I worked late.

And fell asleep early again.

The restof the week passed similarly. Madd finally went into work on Monday, which bought me one last day of freedom.

And hunger.

Going to sleep alone on Monday felt weird, honestly, but I didn’t let myself think about it too much.

When Tuesday came around, he picked me up for lunch after texting me that he was on his way home from work.

So, he’d been up for more than twenty-four hours.

He knew I was hungry—and he had to be exhausted.

Which meant I would have to feed from him.

There was no way he would let me put it off any longer.

And of course, he didn’t waste any time, bringing it up as soon as he pulled away from the bakery with me in the passenger seat of his truck.

“When do you want to drink from me?”

Something told me it was too late to ask him to fill a foam cup again. After I’d had my teeth in his throat, I was pretty sure I’d lose control and drink from his veins anyway.

“After work, maybe.”

“This isn’t a maybe, Vee,” he said bluntly. “I’m not letting you go hungry.”

My stomach had started rumbling at work two days earlier, but I’d managed to hide that from him in the short amount of time we were home together.

I was going hungry by choice, though, which was…

Well, it was shitty.

No way around that.

“We’ll do it tonight, at home,” I said.

His chest rumbled in disagreement.

“We’ll need time to talk about rules,” I added. “There needs to be space between us. I’m going to want to have sex with you while I drink from you, and you’re going to want that too.”

“We can refrain if that’s what you want. There’s no reason to wait until tonight, when you’re probably hungry now.”

I wasn’t sureIcould refrain, and I was definitely hungry.

Hopefully he had more self-control than I did.

“What doyouwant?” I asked.

His chest rumbled again. “I think I made that pretty obvious the first night we were together. You’re my mate; I want to be inside you every fucking chance I get.”

My body flushed.

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