He’s gentle, almost careful, like this is second nature.
I think I just caught what Scarlett O’Hara would’ve called “the vapors,” which in modern terms just means I’m thirsty as fuck for a violent shadow god with a soft streak.
I need to get a grip. Before I beg him to breed me like I’m in an unhinged werewolf app story titledHer Accidental Mate: Knot Your Average Alpha.
AlthoughKnot Your Average Alphawas much better than its sequel,Knot Your Mate, Knot Your Problem.Like I’m supposed to believe Luna has triplets with her alpha, his beta, and his twin.
Which reminds me, I should probably clear my search history when I get home.
I press a kiss to Louie’s forehead before following Ezra into the hallway. He pulls a padlock from his pocket and secures the door.
I knew the lock was on the outside, but seeing it? Hearing it click?
That hits different.
I should ask. I should be more concerned.
But deep down, I think I already know.
And the truth is … I think I’m okay with it.
Ezra sighs. “Aurora, I can practically hear your thoughts pacing. You’re wondering why I have a door that locks from the outside.”
He fiddles with the key, his voice softer now.
“If I think my prey might leave the area, I capture them, then lock them in this room until I’m ready to feed. The mixture of their fear and their disgusting deeds makes them taste fucking incredible. But it’s not something I do often. Too many things could go wrong.”
My pulse stutters as he lifts his gaze.
“Please understand, Aurora. I’m not good. I’m a violent predator. I eat humans.”
He steps closer, shadows curling at his feet.
“But I would never turn that violence on you, little lupine. I will protect you by any means necessary.”
Ezra’s head bows slightly as he taps the key against his palm. I grab his chin between my thumb and forefinger, dragging his mouth toward mine.
“I don’t think anyone should ever be ashamed about what they need … or what they want.”
The corners of my mouth curl.
“Let me help you the next time you feed. Let me hunt with you.” The whisper slips from me, dark and full of teeth. “I want to know their terror, too. Does it taste sweet, Ezra? Does their flesh melt in your mouth?”
I am so far fucking gone. I shouldn’t want him like this.
And still, I reach for him.
His lips part slightly as I lean in, my tongue flicking against his mouth, tasting him. A shadow hesitates, curling up Ezra’s back before writhing in uncertainty.
Ezra’s lips pull into a slow, deliberate smile. He grabs my waist and hauls me in, hard and without hesitation.
Jesus fuck.
His cock presses into my stomach while his fingers dig in, hard enough to bruise.
“You surprise me, Aurora.” His voice is dark, thick, and smug as hell.
“Which is something I rarely experience anymore. To answer your question … yes. Their terror tastes delicious.”
