hand.
“I will feed you.” A faux smile lit her face. She didn’t like that edict one bit . Neverthe less, a piece of lamb passed through her lips from his fork . W ith a seductive undertone , Ciaran gently slid the tines over her tongue. I’ve not once fed a female, until now.
“I’ ve never seen the mark of a species vampire.” A nearby pain in the ass intruded upon his fun.
His lass blinked at the annoying female . Disconcerted, she replied , “Okay?”
The female twisted her napkin awkwardly and explained, “ I thought you might show it to me…it’s not like it’s a secret around here or anything. You left your mate s for Ciaran, right?”
“Left my….” That clearly did it. Ciaran watched wee canines slide over her bottom lip; his lass transfixed on the female’s throat. Through a hiss she spoke to the other woman as if she were a small child. “Do you honestly think a bride could ever leave a species vampire?” An iridescent sheen broke out and transformed her skin to a mystic splendor . By God, you take my breath away.
Finally.
Ciaran stood and ordered, “ Everyone out! ” For those that took thei r time to gawk at his woman , the Alpha roared until the elaborately outsized chandelier threatened to shatter and rain down on their thick skulls . “ Sentinels posted at the door , Afanas! ” The beast calmed right after all males left the dining hall. Possessiveness grew daily by leaps, and his werewolf didn’t care for the lust the others emitted around what was his , so problem solved .
She’s not yours!
He freaked o n the Alpha in yet another battle within his psyche. S he’s an imminent bedmate, but not a true mate. The beast slammed his skull with pure wrath. Ciaran refused to lift his hands and calm his features - a lesson from his father. No one should know when the Alpha beast stirs, only when it’s loose.
In the next moment, he tied her to her chair. Now wasn’t the time for this delect able morsel to run from his Alpha beast . He’d take that decision from her and save her the pain . “Would you care for more? ” He seated himself closer. Calmly s pearing lamb with his fork and acting as if nothing had just become obvious, Ciaran brought the offering to her lips. By the look on her face, he thought she might bite off his fingers instead. A little bite never hurt anyone . “Open wide,” he purred, unashamedly relaying the evident. Ciaran wasn’t talking food and they both knew it. She did as he asked because hunger would do that to a pissed off full-blooded female. In. Heat.
Ah, the beauty of what’s to come.
It didn’t faze her when he deliberately missed the mark . The meat she got, the sauce dribb led. If he was going to play, he could have thought of cleaner foods such as whipped cream. But no, he was a male werewolf, combining two of his three favorite things: female and meat. The other? That would be the chase. Dripping gravy down her chin and her throat, so he c ould…lick… every … last … drizzle.
Could he use the heat to coax her cooperation? If she could somehow forget who he was and how he’d frightened her for weeks, would he hav e a chance at more agreeable bed play ? Ciaran’s tongue begged her to try. Gliding over her jugular, down in to the dip of her right collarbone and sliding back up the cente r, he twirled it under her chin, breathing, “More?”
“I think I’m finished now.”
“Two bites can’t fill you.”
“ In this case, they can. Think you could let me go now?”
“Never,” he smiled, but his fierceness betrayed him, coating the single word in layers of threats. Leaning forward, he tr ailed his fingers down her arms, the Alpha reading her tension. “If I knew you’d si t willingly, dine with me as a female to her male. Y ou wouldn’t be
“I will feed you.” A faux smile lit her face. She didn’t like that edict one bit . Neverthe less, a piece of lamb passed through her lips from his fork . W ith a seductive undertone , Ciaran gently slid the tines over her tongue. I’ve not once fed a female, until now.
“I’ ve never seen the mark of a species vampire.” A nearby pain in the ass intruded upon his fun.
His lass blinked at the annoying female . Disconcerted, she replied , “Okay?”
The female twisted her napkin awkwardly and explained, “ I thought you might show it to me…it’s not like it’s a secret around here or anything. You left your mate s for Ciaran, right?”
“Left my….” That clearly did it. Ciaran watched wee canines slide over her bottom lip; his lass transfixed on the female’s throat. Through a hiss she spoke to the other woman as if she were a small child. “Do you honestly think a bride could ever leave a species vampire?” An iridescent sheen broke out and transformed her skin to a mystic splendor . By God, you take my breath away.
Finally.
Ciaran stood and ordered, “ Everyone out! ” For those that took thei r time to gawk at his woman , the Alpha roared until the elaborately outsized chandelier threatened to shatter and rain down on their thick skulls . “ Sentinels posted at the door , Afanas! ” The beast calmed right after all males left the dining hall. Possessiveness grew daily by leaps, and his werewolf didn’t care for the lust the others emitted around what was his , so problem solved .
She’s not yours!
He freaked o n the Alpha in yet another battle within his psyche. S he’s an imminent bedmate, but not a true mate. The beast slammed his skull with pure wrath. Ciaran refused to lift his hands and calm his features - a lesson from his father. No one should know when the Alpha beast stirs, only when it’s loose.
In the next moment, he tied her to her chair. Now wasn’t the time for this delect able morsel to run from his Alpha beast . He’d take that decision from her and save her the pain . “Would you care for more? ” He seated himself closer. Calmly s pearing lamb with his fork and acting as if nothing had just become obvious, Ciaran brought the offering to her lips. By the look on her face, he thought she might bite off his fingers instead. A little bite never hurt anyone . “Open wide,” he purred, unashamedly relaying the evident. Ciaran wasn’t talking food and they both knew it. She did as he asked because hunger would do that to a pissed off full-blooded female. In. Heat.
Ah, the beauty of what’s to come.
It didn’t faze her when he deliberately missed the mark . The meat she got, the sauce dribb led. If he was going to play, he could have thought of cleaner foods such as whipped cream. But no, he was a male werewolf, combining two of his three favorite things: female and meat. The other? That would be the chase. Dripping gravy down her chin and her throat, so he c ould…lick… every … last … drizzle.
Could he use the heat to coax her cooperation? If she could somehow forget who he was and how he’d frightened her for weeks, would he hav e a chance at more agreeable bed play ? Ciaran’s tongue begged her to try. Gliding over her jugular, down in to the dip of her right collarbone and sliding back up the cente r, he twirled it under her chin, breathing, “More?”
“I think I’m finished now.”
“Two bites can’t fill you.”
“ In this case, they can. Think you could let me go now?”
“Never,” he smiled, but his fierceness betrayed him, coating the single word in layers of threats. Leaning forward, he tr ailed his fingers down her arms, the Alpha reading her tension. “If I knew you’d si t willingly, dine with me as a female to her male. Y ou wouldn’t be
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