There and then, Finn lowered his head to her ankle and began sucking. By the light of the torch he had stuck into the ground, Erica could not think of a single more wolfish sight than Finn with his teeth gripping her skin and his mouth fastened hard around the side of her limb. But she was not scared. Even though it was night and they were all alone, the furthest thing from Erica’s mind was her companion turning into a ravenous werewolf. The touch of his mouth on her leg was sublime.
Erica forgot about her pain and discomfort. She forgot about her promises to her parents and the prudent cautions of her maid. She did not want it to stop. She even wished the feeling would move higher up her leg and that he would deepen its intensity. She tilted back her neck, looked at the stars, and gave a small moan.
“Is it still sore?” he wanted to know.
It did not break the spell, but Erica knew he deserved an honest answer.
“To be frank, Finn, I have forgot the pain. The pressure of yer mouth has chased it away.”
Their eyes locked, and a stillness settled over them. He did not let go of her ankle and even seemed to grip it tighter. Far away in the woods, an owl hooted.
“If ye were to turn into a werewolf right now,” Erica whispered, “I’m no’ sure if I would nae allow ye to eat me all up.”
The corners of his lips moved upward. “Or I might turn ye into one o’ me own…”
He moved closer; she held her breath. The pain was gone, and all she could think about was how riveting his silver hair looked in the moonlight. They kissed. He might have been the one to move closer, but Erica met him halfway. How could she not? It was like a dream the way he felt. The prick of his beard stubble on her lips, and then the pressure of his mouth devouring her maidenly virtue with a hungry longing. Erica would have given it all up for him not to stop, for Finn to continue showing her how the art of love could be so much more than a knocking against a library desktop.
She leaned over and placed a small hand on his thigh, a sign that she wanted him to take her all the way…
He pulled away, a forbidding frown on his ruggedly handsome face. “It’s late, Lady. If ye are better, I will carry ye back to the campfire.”
She had lost him. He was too disciplined and regimented to give way to his urges and feelings.
“Give me yer shoulder to lean on, Finn,” Erica sighed. “I can hop there.”
