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touched her so delicately.
That ends now, Wolfe murmured.
Unwilling to move, she sighed, What does?
He didn t answer, repeating the ministrations. Before long, the miserable sting disappeared. She
probably looked an absolute mess, but oddly enough, she didn t care. Now that she remembered the
most marvelous intimacy brought about by a healing touch, she didn t want it to end.
You don t have to worry about that. Wolfe pressed closer, and she felt the heat of his breath
caress her face. I never want to stop touching you, Arden.
How do you know my name?
Just as the question came to mind, she had her answer telepathy. All Lycae had the ability to read
and share thoughts, and in taking his blood, she d inadvertently bound herself to him. That was why
she didn t indulge in the blood of immortals she didn t know and trust implicitly.
Being blood bound was as dangerous as being enslaved. And she d all but forgotten that in the
instant she d gotten a taste of the unknown Lycae inches from her.
He most assuredly sensed her intention to move free of him. He slid between her open knees,
forced her smaller body into the chair, and pinned her in place. The hand with the earth vanished
and came back empty, insistent fingers twining in the hair at her nape.
Don t run, he growled and nuzzled her nose, his enormous frame forcing her back. It won t do
you any good.
W-what do you want from me? she stammered, detesting the fear that lined her words and echoed
in her mind, knowing he heard both.
Don t be afraid. He sounded shamed. The husky timbre was replaced with the most sinful and
luring cadence. I won t hurt you.
Lying wouldn t be beneficial, so she chose honesty. You re crowding me, Lycae.
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Wolfe, he corrected. My name is Wolfe.
Wolfe, she breathed and cleared her throat, thinking that naming a Lycae Wolfe was as
imaginative as calling a cat Pussy.
Not very inventive, is it? Wolfe chuckled.
Not particularly, she agreed and groaned, unable to silence the sound of want when his pelvis and
pronounced erection pressed against her thigh.
You smell so good, Arden. His throaty growl was back. I want to devour you.
She shook her head and attempted to move away from the hand at her neck, struggling against the
web he weaved. She d never imagined a Lycae would want her in his bed. They loathed those that
ingested blood too much for that.
Hell must have frozen over when I wasn t looking.
Always a first time for everything. Must have been the bite that aroused him.
We can t, Wolfe. She struggled to speak, swamped by his presence. I m sorry if you got the
wrong idea. I was hungry for blood, not a quick tumble between the sheets.
Who said anything about a quick tumble? His lips brushed against hers, the motion featherlight.
Feigning annoyance, she countered, I m not stupid. All Lycae want casual and unattached sex. You
don t settle, not until you ve found your mate.
He continued tracing her lips and face with the softness of his mouth. You re right.
When he didn t move away, she grumbled, If I m right, back off. Give me some space.
I couldn t give you space even if I wanted to. You can t conceive of how difficult this is for me.
Being this close to you his tongue flicked against her lower lip smelling and tasting you.
Come on. Her words were muffled by another, longer, touch of his tongue. It can t be that
difficult to find a willing female.
No. He shook his head and bumped her nose in the process. It s not difficult.
Those plush lips of his continued teasing her mouth, waiting until she opened her lips to speak, and
then his warm tongue slid inside.
Sweet Jesus.
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His mouth tasted as good as his blood, completely masculine, and each lap of his tongue told her
that he knew exactly how to use it. He mastered her lips and mouth gently, encouraging her to relax
by giving versus taking.
Why not? A primal part of her urged.
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