When Monsters Mate
Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear.
I tilted my head instinctively
“He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered.
“I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled.
But I barely processed his words.
“You called me baby,” I said, stunned.
“And?”
“I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.”
He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” 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.
“You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan.
“I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want.
I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much.
“Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was.
“I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.”
“Sounds exciting,” I breathed.
“It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin.
“I am. Very.”
“Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”