“I’ve seen your knot and your cock. Touched them. Put my mouth around your hard-on.”
“Fuck… Think I’d ever forget that?” His eyes grow hooded. “I relive those moments in my dreams every night.”
“Then?”
“Knotting you is quite another thing. You haven’t even had my cock inside you, let alone my knot. Our females… they have what they call a ‘heat’ when they get very aroused and loosen upfor us. I don’t know how difficult it would be for a human to take my knot.”
“I want to try.” I swallow hard. “I really want you. I want you to knot me and bite me.”
“The bonding ritual,” he breathes. “You know about it. Someone has been talking.”
“Yes. Mark me as yours, Valen. I need you. Can’t you tell? Can’t you smell how much I want you?”
“Oh, Princess…” His grin is sharp. “I live in your scent. I’d bathe in it if I could. I know you’re aroused, that you desire me, but it’s not that simple.”
“It is, to me. I want you. If you want me, then why aren’t we naked?”
“Princess,” he growls. “Are you sure? If we start this, stopping will be rough. Holding myself back for so long means my control is threadbare. To be clear: I will stop if you ask me to, but don’t tease me if your mind isn’t into it. You’ll break my heart, and my dick, too.”
I almost laugh, but I remember touching him and going down on him, his groans and bitten-off curses. The way his cum had sprayed all over his broad chest.
Now I wish I had tasted it, swallowed it. Taken a part of him into me, just like I took his cock in my mouth, his fingers in my pussy. And that swollen, hard cock of his, I want it… I need it to fill me up, mark me in ways nobody else has. I want his hands everywhere, his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, his breath. I want to bathe in his scent. I want bruises that will show everyone that I’m his.
“Woman, your scent, godsdammit…” He groans. His hands shake ever so slightly as he caresses my face. “Tell me what you want. There’s a war in my head, because I’m fucking dying to tear your clothes off and take you.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
Another throaty chuckle. “Like I said, my control. I’m afraid it will snap, even for a moment, and I might hurt you. I think…” He takes a breath. “I think you should tie me up.”
“Tie you up? I thought you hated that.”
“I’d do anything to be with you.” His gaze grows dark, pupils dilating. “Besides, I can break the rope easily. It will just remind me to slow down.”
For some reason, the idea thrills me. “Where will I find rope?”
“The curtains.” He points. “Get the holdbacks. They should be long enough.”
I scramble away and get them, letting the heavy curtains fall closed over the tall window. I brandish the slim ropes at him.
He laughs. “I’m ready.”
“Not yet.” I take his hand and pull him toward the bed. “It’s my turn to seduce you. Show you what I’ve learned. What I desire. What I need.”
“Damn, that’s so hot.” His sharp canines flash. “Show me, Princess. Show me how to make you happy.”
“You already are,” I tell him truthfully, pushing him to sit on the mattress.
“Show me how to give you what you need, then. Teach me. I’m your humble student.”
“Shut up.” I grin as I kneel on the bed and slide my hands up his hard chest. “And let me feel you.”
“I’m all yours, baby. Always yours. From the start and to the end of time.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
ROSAMUND
My beautiful wolf, my protector and friend, my sexy mate. He watches me from under his pale lashes as I tug on the laces of his shirt, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth.
