He could barely focus on her words. Only on those pink, plump lips forming them. How would they taste under his tongue? He licked his own lips, swallowed hard, and nodded.
She gave him an odd look, said something else, and left.
He sank back into the bed. Tight fit for his frame, but soft. Like the enticing little human might be.
He growled at the shell-like garment covering them.
He shook off the fever-riddled thought as he closed his eyes.
“Here we go, fresh made soup. From the can. But still, I freshly made it from the can.”
He jerked awake.When had he—
The fire in his body was all consuming now. His cock felt ready to rupture. He sat up weakly.
Delaney frowned, leaning closer. Her scent hit him sharper, more concentrated. His eyes flared. He locked every muscle in place to keep from lunging.
“Here, let me help you. It’s really the least I can do.”
She leaned forward with the bowl and tilted it to his lips. The broth might as well have been tasteless for how overloaded his senses were. All he registered was her proximity. Her warmth. Her scent wrapping around him.
He took slow sips until the liquid was gone. She set the bowl on the end table.
She didn’t move away. Her hand lifted, resting on his forehead. His heart thundered.
“You’re still really warm.” She frowned, then stiffened. “You know… you smell good. Like, really good.” She leaned closer, pupils dilating.
He froze. He’d thought he was controlling his pheromones, but without his damper mask, in this state, he was failing spectacularly.
“Female—no, Del—you should go. Now.” The words rasped out as his mind hazed thicker. He swallowed hard.
She leaned even closer, her hand trailing down from his forehead along one of the sensitive lumin glands on his cheek. He shuddered, pleasure ripping through him.
Something snapped.
He lunged, flipping her onto her back and burying his face in her neck. A rumble tore from his chest.
I need her. Nothing has ever tempted me like this.
He fought his body to hold still, her heartbeat thundering against his jaw.
“W-wait,” Delaney panted.
He pressed the lumin glands along his jaw against her throat, marking her. But didn’t move beyond that.
The scent of her arousal hit him. He stiffened, his body reacting before he could stop it. His incisor fangs ached in a way they never had before, but he was too far gone to focus on the strangeness.
“Let me bring you pleasure. Let me taste you.” He held himself rigidly still, every instinct screaming to ravage and claim. But he wasn’t completely lost. No, he would never hurt her. He’d rather freeze to death in that goddess-awful snow.
After a beat, his female nodded.
“Say it, little human. I won’t touch you unless you say it.” He licked a line up her neck.
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please… I want you to taste me.”
