When my date for the evening reached my panties, I was brought back to what we were doing.
And the crazed hunger furrowing deep inside.
“What are you doing?”
Danny didn’t respond at first, running his fingers under the lace of my thong. I was surprised my body reacted involuntarily and I lifted my hips so he had a much easier time removing the thin barrier.
He was more graceful in removing them than I’d envisioned, twirling them on his finger, the moonlight streaming in catching his evocative action. When he pocketed them, I laughed.
“I’m going to need those back,” I insisted.
“Then you’re need to earn them, little girl. And to answer your question about what I’m doing.” He allowed the comment to linger while he bent, lifted and spread my legs wide. With another growl filling the cab of the Trans Am, he lowered his head. “I’m feasting like the king of the wild.”
CHAPTER 18
Christine
For a man only a few days ago I’d considered nothing but a pain in the ass, he was certainly good with his mouth.
And his lips.
And tongue.
And his fingers and…
A deep sigh left my chest as I wiggled on the seat. There was nothing ladylike about my position with my feet in the air or the fact I was being eaten alive smack in the middle of a dark forest.
With creepy-crawlies all around us. Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe hunting.
Then again, maybe my imagination was getting the best of me, but I could swear every few seconds there were eyes peering into the windshield and through the open windows. And they wereglowing. Maybe my crazy thoughts were based on the insanity of my level of hunger. I was famished, jealous from the sounds of Danny making good on his promise to feast.
Like a king.
Of the wild.
The words were somehow way too appropriate.
With a short laugh, he ripped off my heels, tossing them into the back seat.
I shifted my body once again, but with the cramped space the small muscle car offered, I certainly wasn’t going anywhere. No chance at escaping. As soon as I cinched my eyes shut, images of running through the woods naked while a big, bad wolf chased after me swelled into the darkest recesses of my mind.
Being crazed with desire wasn’t such a bad thing, but the images of the wolf frothing at the mouth were odd to say the least.
As he dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy, I moaned loudly enough I was fearful someone would overhear.
In the middle of nowhere?
His fingers dug into my skin, his strong hands keeping me in place. I couldn’t believe this was happening or that his tongue was so lethal.
Every guttural sound echoed around us as if a light fog kept it dense and in place. And every growl that he muttered was met with a strange sound coming from outside. As his actions became more frantic, the hunk of a man using several fingers to drive me crazy, I realized I was lightheaded.
I’d been this way since we’d left. Maybe in coming down with whatever illness, the feeling of being suffocated came along with the excessive heat that continued to build. On top of my skin being as sensitive as if having been set on fire, I was fairly certain my blood was boiling. I was no doctor, but I’d say if I wasn’t provided with some relief soon, I’d burst into flames.
Like a vampire.
