“I like when you do that,” he says, eyes shut.
“Yeah?”
He nods, power reaching back.
It hums in my chest, cradling my heart before moving south, and his eyes peek open as he finds my hunger lying dormant at the bottom.
“Princess…” he scolds.
He doesn’t have to say anything more. I already know what he’s going to say.
Elliot doesn’t like it when I delay feeding. With the mate bond, he can feel my power depleting, and he says the wolf doesn’t like it. Makes him anxious.
“It’s all the moving,” I say, unwrapping a bookend and setting it aside. “It takes it out of you.”
“We always have time for a snack,” he says. “We should probably break the bed in anyway.”
He pats my thigh before lying back to throw his hands behind his head.
“I can think of a couple things we should break in,” I say, pulling my favorite item from the box.
I hold it up, smirking, but Elliot’s already shaking his head as he sits up.
“No,” he says, reaching for the replica. “Absolutely not.”
I stand and hold it beyond his reach.
“What? Why not?”
“Baby, you can’t have my knot and the toy at the same time. I’d rip you in half.”
I shrug.
“Then don’t knot me.”
Elliot’s green eyes roll.
“You clearly don’t know what you look like underneath me. If you did, you’d know I have no choice.”
His dramatics make me laugh. But he’s not exaggerating. Thank goodness for preventative potions, because the wolf knows what he likes.
“I think you should have more faith in me,” I say, stepping between his knees.
His hands rest on my hips as his tail thumps against the mattress, excited by my proximity even as he denies me.
“And I think you should be more careful,” he says, slipping his hands beneath my skirt.
His fingers trail over the backs of my thighs, inching up toward my ass and wandering beneath my panty line.
“You don’t want to know how it feels?” I ask, already reaching for his shirt.
He doesn’t fight me as I pull it over his head, but I can tell the effort it’s taking to resist as I do the same.
I tug my top over my head and wedge my thumbs in the waistband of my skirt, watching Elliot’s dick stiffen as I slide the fabric over my hips.
He bares his teeth and sucks in a breath, stilling my hands as I reach for my bra.
“Let me…” he says.
