I give her some ibuprofen with a glass of water, then pour rubbing alcohol in the puncture wound, which makes her shriek louder than when Ben bit her.
“Sorry! I’m sorry, baby.” Fuck. I had no idea it would hurt her so badly. I can’t risk her getting infected, though. Human wounds can get ugly if not treated. We learned that in health class.
After I mop it up, I lick the wound with my tongue. Shifter saliva has healing properties, especially for wolf bites; it’s part of our mating bite biology. I’m hoping she heals fast.
“What the fuck were you doing out there after dark? Are you fucking nuts?” I snarl, even though I’m pissed at myself, not her. I go to the kitchen to find an ice pack in the freezer.
“How was I supposed to know there would be a pack of insane wolves breezing through?” she demands back.
I prop her ankle up on an ottoman and arrange the ice pack over the top of her foot.
Maybe it’s the moon, but she looks so fucking beautiful to me right now. Her hair is a mess, face stained with tears, but those bright eyes and pouty lips make me want to kiss the hell out of her. I stalk over and bury my fingers in her hair in the back, then wrap my fingers and pull.
“What happened last time you were out alone in the dark?”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes darting to my bulging erection and back to my face. “The big, bad wolf got me.” Her voice is soft and husky, eyes dilated black.
“He did, didn’t he?” I purr. All the rage from finding her under attack, hearing her screams while I was running through the woods and fearing for her life, it all channels into sexual energy now.
I want to do all the things to her.
Every. Last. Dirty. One.
“What do you think he’s going to do this time?” I pick her up and flip her to her knees on the couch, her torso folding over the backrest, her foot still resting on the ice on the ottoman. She’s wearing a pair of jean cutoff shorts that her ass fills out to perfect completion, but I reach around the front and unbutton them.
I smack one cheek first, then tug her shorts and panties down. My handprint is already blooming on her cheek and I bend over and kiss it. The scent of her arousal hits me hard and goes straight to my head. My wolf snarls at the surface like he wants to mark her.
I give my head a shake and back away. “Seriously, though. What made you think that was a good idea? Even if you didn’t know about wolves, is going to a dark, deserted place at night a good plan, Pink? You’re a smart girl, genius level, even. What were you thinking?”
“It’s Catrina’s birthday.” It’s little more than a whisper.
I go still. Shove my wolf way down. “Fuck.”
“Don’t stop, Cole.” She’s pleading. Begging for my help with her guilt.
I slowly wind my fingers in her hair again and tug her head back. “Push your ass out for your spanking, Pink.” I make my voice sound harsh. Unforgiving. The way I used to talk to her. I slap her ass once, then position myself better to hold her head back and spank at the same time. Then I deliver a real spanking. Hard slaps alternating right and left. After about ten, she starts squirming and whimpering. I would stop in a heartbeat if she asked, but she doesn’t, so I go on, spanking away until her ass is good and pink. Then I go nuts on the reward. I lift her hips to slide her panties and shorts off over her knees, then push her legs wide. With a thumb in each juncture of where thigh meets ass, I spread her, licking into her delicious nectar.
She shrieks and trembles, but I push her pelvis up against the back of the couch and pin it there so I can lick the fuck out of her. I lick from clit to anus and back again. I made my tongue hard and pointy and penetrate her with it. I suck and bite her labia.
It’s too much for me, though. My teeth descend. I throw myself backward to get away from her before I do something irreversible and trip over the ottoman on my way. The sound of me spilling to my ass jerks Bailey’s head around.
“Cole!” I can tell by the way her eyes widen in fear that I’m not me. My eyes are probably yellow. Teeth are down.
I look out the window at the moon.
Bailey’s too smart for her own good. “What happens at the full moon?” she asks, her voice raspy, probably from all the screaming.
And the lust.