He gripped them with both hands, his palms cradling them softly before digging his fingers into my thighs and moving his head between my legs.
This… this was not normal.
I wasn’t injured in those places.
I hadn’t been raped.
I was ready to fight him, ready to bite him if necessary and run away screaming, when his soft licks centered around each inside part of my thigh where I’d been cut years ago, where scars had marred my legs like tangled spiderwebs.
He licked harder.
And then he lifted his head just enough to look at my eyes. “Do you want the scars gone?”
What an odd question.
I frowned and then very slowly nodded my head.
“Do not bite me.”
“I wasn’t going to bite you,” I whispered.
“You were,” he snapped, and then his lips twitched into what I could only assume was his version of a smile. “It’s best not to poke the bear, or in this case, bite the wolf.”
“I already told you I don’t like meat.”
“I’m only halfway offended by that statement.” He grumbled before dropping his head once again and pressing his tongue against my core.
I gripped the sheets with my hands. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Healing…” He spoke between licks. “…your…” Another swipe of his tongue. “…scars.”
One last lick had me seeing an explosion of stars before he moved his head down my left leg as if he hadn’t just basically given me an orgasm with his tongue.
Healing my scars, my ass.
He was taking advantage of me, using me! Using the fact that I w
as weak and injured to get off with his own sick wolf—
“Your anger doesn’t help the healing,” he whispered once he finished with the last wound on my leg. His eyes had changed from a deep dark black to a crystal blue.
I sucked in a breath. “Your eyes.”
He shrugged. “What about them?”
I leaned up on my elbows, the healing all but forgotten. “They’re like ice.”
He jerked away so fast that I almost fell off the bed.
The door slammed behind him.
Leaving me confused, angry, and feeling used.
That was until I looked down and noticed the scars hadn’t just faded; they were completely gone.
MASON
I slammed my hands against the railing to the stairway. It splintered in two then fell crumpled to the ground in a heap of dust.