He licked his lips. “I kind of do.”
Fuck.
“I’m no longer in heat. And I have your mark. So…” We both wanted to fuck again, that was obvious. The sexual tension was thick enough to gag on. He kept staring at my mouth while licking his own. “There’s no reason for us to have sex again.”
His responding smile bore an evil bend, his lips peeling to reveal sharp teeth. “Who said anything about sex?”
“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re not going to hurt me. Your wolf is smitten with me. Anyway, you said yourself that you don’t need bunny blood like your pack mates.”
His icy eyes darkened. “No, but I bet tasting yours would give me a hard-on.”
I brandished a smile as cold as his gaze. “You’re disgusting.”
He snorted, not buying it for a second. “If you’re so repulsed by me, why are you fucking soaking?”
My thighs squeezed together, but there was no hiding my scent—he knew how turned-on I was. “Look, can we cut the hate-boner banter? I’m going to eat these pancakes and jet.”
“Where are you going to go?”
“I don’t know. I can’t go back home. Fuck those people.”
“No family that you want to go back to?”
I stuffed another forkful of pancake into my mouth to cover the bitterness on my tongue. “My siblings deserve better. They’re brainwashed into thinking this fucked up tradition is necessary to keep peace with the wolves.”
Another stretch of silence settled before he hit me with another question. “So, are you going to tell me what that male rabbit did to you?”
My fork plunged into my scrambled eggs, and in a moment of rage, I imagined the fork going through Sawyer’s eye socket instead. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
“He hurt you.”
“What do you care?”
A vein jumped in his jaw. “I care because you care. We’re bonded now. Like it or not, we’re closer. Your hate is my hate. And I know you hate that male. I can almost fucking taste it, and I gotta say… I’m not enjoying the fact that it’s washing away the taste of your pussy in my mouth.”
His tone had my heart accelerating. He stamped a kiss to the pulse point below my jaw as if to calm it. “You’re no one’s prey, Rabbit.”
His mouth crashed into mine, and this time, the kiss was different. “When you kiss me like that, I don’t mind being your prey.”
A low, delicious growl slipped from his mouth into mine. “Gods, don’t tell me that…” He unbuttoned his flannel shirt—the only piece of clothing separating me from him. He bared my breasts, kissing each nipple gently before catching each one between his teeth and tugging on my piercings.
His lips continued their expedition down my body. Each kiss was slow, lingering and full of hunger. “I’ll make good on all my threats to eat you…” Another kiss to my belly, then my pelvic bone. Lower and lower down my body with every kiss.
I tensed when he spread my legs, pressed his face between my thighs and slid his tongue through my folds. His eyes darted up, slit and blazing with something dark and possessive.
“I’ll tongue fuck you into fucking oblivion.”
TWENTY-THREE
RUTH
There was that smug-as-fuck smile again, oozing confidence and audacity. My thighs clenched again as a rush of warmth swept through my center.
Damn it. If he kept talking like that, he’d trigger another heat cycle.
His nostrils flared, and he opened his mouth, probably to comment on my body’s reaction to him.
In a sad and juvenile attempt to distract him, I flipped him off with a grin. “Can you taste this?”
