Bloodmoon & Incubi Anthology
They pointed at my tattoo.
“Touch the tattoo?” I asked.
“Yes, that,” Sage said, licking their lips again.
“Sure. While I appreciate consent, we’re mates, so I think touching my bare chest is within your rights.” I teased, taking Sage’s hand to press against my chest.
Sage’s hand was warm, and their touch sent shock waves through me, trying to wake my undead heart. It was still weird, but it was a good weird. I remained still, letting Sage do whatever they needed and wanted. It took a moment before Sage moved their hand. Slowly, painfully so, Sage traced the outline of the wolf on my chest and swirls around the wolf’s head. The whole time, their eyes never left the eyes of the wolf.
Sikat na Kabanata