When Monsters Mate
Do I need to cut off someoneâs limbs, little flame?â he growled into my ear.
I tilted my head instinctively
âHeâs nothing you need to worry about,â I whispered.
âIâm not worried, baby. Iâm annoyed.â His growled.
But I barely processed his words.
âYou called me baby,â I said, stunned.
âAnd?â
âI didnât think wolves used such... terms of endearment.â
He chuckled darkly. âWe use whatever we want, âbaby.â Those words arenât reserved for other species.â He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive.
My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me.
âYouâre in an awfully good mood,â I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan.
âI deserve it. Iâve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I canât wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.â His voice was thick with want.
I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much.
âAre you finally free?â I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was.
âIâm not, little flame,â he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. âBut for tonight? You have me all to yourself.â
âSounds exciting,â I breathed.
âIt is. Are you wet yet?â he whispered, voice like molten sin.
âI am. Very.â
âGood,â he murmured. âStay like that all night. It will get worse but youâll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you canât take the ache anymore, Iâll let you come.â