“Glued to the floor, Honey,” I said.
“Can you feel–”
“I can.” I cut her off so she couldn’t ruinthis with logic. It’s not like I could explain this was just a little magical petting between friends.
“Would you ever be someone’s mate, Fallon?”
I had to keep it general so I didn’t immediately bite her.
“Does this come as part of the package?” she asked.
“It could.”
My lips met her shoulder and I locked my jaw. The taste of MINE flooded my tongue, rich and decadent. She squirmed against the bond contracting her core, laving her clit. My intent brushed over her neck, her cheeks, her hair. I wanted to touch it all, even if I couldn’t use my hands.
“More,” she whispered and her lust snapped back at me as her greed opened the bond wider.
My claws dug into the stone.
“Is this okay?” I asked as I poured more want into her, tugging harder at her clit in the same rhythm I wanted to be filling her body. The points of her nipples hardened against her shirt, rubbing on the fabric there. My fingers itched to worship them. I murdered the stone beneath me instead.
I played a dangerous game with the magic returning to Nightfell. It whispered to me to make her mine with wordless encouragement. Would it disappear again if she didn’t accept it, as it had when my father and Momma’s bond broke?
Her strangled gasp brought me back to us as her lustconsumed me. She didn’t know how to guide or focus it so I swam in it, reveling in how it wrapped around every part of me.
The first glow of sunrise hit our bodies. Warm rays found her toes and I pooled our bond there. As the golden hour crept up her body, so too did my ministrations until the burst of dawn exploded Honey into a million pieces. Her orgasm triggered my own without even touching her. I couldn't be sorry when my pants darkened and my thigh grew sticky.
I allowed myself to set my teeth against her skin before kissing her there. Cuddling was off the table, no matter how much I wanted it. Moving on to something else would be the key here. Before Honey’s frighteningly efficient mind could catch up and tell her that was not how friends acted.
The game I slipped into the sack was easy to find amongst the food.
“Set out what you want to eat first and then I'm going to teach you Whispering Woods.”
Regret pooled in my belly as I sat across from her, the evidence of our shared affection clear for her to see. The stain was too big to cover so I ignored it.
Her chest still rose and fell. “Is that how you seduce all the girls? Food, card games and whatever that was.”
I dealt her five cards, spreading out mine, noting how she watched myhands.
I measured my tone even though I snapped at the idea. “That's never happened before.”
“Which one?”
“Any of them. I've never shared something like this with anyone, Honey. Your kiss in the kitchen was my first. I've never gone further than that.”
I said it matter-of-factly more to impress how special she was, but the dawning look of horror on her face wasn't encouraging.
“You're a virgin?” Her voice cracked.
Now a blush started under my skin. “I don't tend to go around announcing it to everyone I meet. It's not a big deal.”
She opened her mouth to argue. I hunched my shoulders, ducking my head.
“You start with five cards.” I nodded toward her cards.
“Dec.” She ignored the cards, leaning forward, elbows on her knees.
“You're trying to add them up to a whisper, which is twenty-three.”
