Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]
He seemed to like that because he purred lowly in his throat, and the sound travelled straight down to my core.
"You taste exactly like you smell," he mused lowly, sounding pleased.
"H-how?"
"Like the ocean, vanilla, fresh grasses..."
Wanting suddenly to put some space between us, I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave a push.
Drawing back, he looked me in the eyes. I noted his had completely turned yellow. "What?" he asked.
I said the first thing I could think of, "I wanted to, er, thank you. . ."
"For?"