Need, no. Liked, yes. We could survive a few weeks' drought, as I had over the last month, but it wasn't ever something we did willingly, or often.
"Except when it comes to the moon dance. Have you ever seen what happens when a wolf cannot satisfy the urges of a moon?" The desire for sex mutated into something for more deadly, and only sex and blood could quench the fire.
"Seen it? Of course I have. I was the one who satisfied the blood urges after Talon kidnapped you, remember?"
I waved away the comment impatiently. "Besides that. I was chained, and therefore not really dangerous to anyone."
He snorted softly. "I have scars up my arm that prove otherwise."
Well, he was the one who put his arm in front of my teeth. What did he expect would happen, given the situation? "Quinn - "
He held up a hand. "Okay. No, I haven't seen a free wolf in full blood lust. But I know you and Rhoan are the result of such an event."
I nodded. "Our mom was headed back to her pack when her car broke down near a small country town. Lucky for the town, she met a newly risen vampire, and took the edge off her desires before she tore him to pieces. Had it not been for that vampire, up to a dozen humans could have died that night." No one knew why a wolf in blood fever went after humans, though the popular theory was the easy-prey one. For a moon-mad wolf, humans were fun to chase, and simple to bring down. "Making the promise you demand is dangerous, Quinn. For me, and for the community at large."
"I can be there for the moon dance," he said flatly.
"Can you guarantee that you'll be there the day of the full moon? For the two nights before it? Each and every month, for as long as we're together?"
He frowned. "No one can guarantee that."
"Another wolf can. He'll be there because he has to be there, for exactly the same reasons as I have to be there."
"You're not fucking another wolf at the moment." He hesitated, and something close to malevolence flickered across his face. "Besides Misha, of course."
"I met that alpha last night. I intend to see him again."
"Why?"
The urge to throw the plate at his thick head was so strong I had to clench my fingers to stop them from grabbing it. "I've told you why a hundred times. Stop thinking with your dick and start listening!"
His expression darkened. "Believe me, I'm not thinking with my dick here."
"You don't know me well enough to be thinking with anything else," I refuted. "For Christ's sake, you don't even like werewolves. Why in hell would you want to go exclusive with me?"
"If I had any choice in the matter, I would not be doing this."
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm hardly forcing you into it."
"No?"
"No."
"Then why do you invade my dreams?"
"It wasn't like I was doing it purposely. I was just dreaming."
"Only they weren't just dreams, but erotic dreams."
I frowned, wondering what the hell he was getting at. "So?"
"So, you weren't just dreaming, you were connecting to my mind and sharing those dreams with me."
I blinked. We'd been having real mind sex? How cool was that? And why couldn't we share something like that while waking?
"Because neither of us are physically ready for that sort of experience."
Annoyance swept through me. "Will you keep out of my damn thoughts?"