Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

Besides, I can’t.

Parting my lips which I move even closer to her skin, I let my tongue dart out to lick her, that first swipe of the tip of my tongue against her bloodstained skin making me lightheaded. The second sends a jolt of heat all the way to my toes, my muscles tensing, my cock getting ready.

The scent of Clarissa’s blood, her truest scent, is like a siren calling to the very depths of my soul, enticing every nerve in my body, pleading for me to give in.

I give in.

I lick her wounds quickly, the holes closing just a little bit more with every touch of my tongue. Finally, the skin weaves itself back together, the blood ceasing to flow out.

She’s out of danger now.

At least, from her wounds.

Unfortunately, now that I’ve tasted her blood thoroughly, I’m hungry for something else, the appetite so strong it seizes me like a fever. Sweat breaks on my skin, my breathing coming in gasps. My heart threatens to break free against the walls of my chest. And it’s not all that desires release.

Between my legs, I’ve become swollen as I never have before. Pulsing. Leaking.

The fact that Clarissa is lying there unconscious, wearing only a tube top that matches the color of sunlight and a pair of gray boy shorts isn’t helping.

I can see her nipples through the cotton and her lips are parted, ready for the taking.

Unable to contain myself, I take them, pressing my lips against them as I stroke her cheek, dipping my tongue in between. The taste of her mouth drives me mad and I let out a groan as I kiss her harder, deeper.

Suddenly, I feel Clarissa stir beneath me, her tongue pushing against mine.

More.

That one word from Clarissa with the smell of her lust riding on its heels hits me like a whip.

I snap, climbing on the bed so I can kiss her harder, my hand slipping beneath her head and pulling at her hair while the other grips her hips, which rise off the bed to meet mine as she lets out a moan.

As her thigh brushes against my erection, my throat vibrates with a growl and I abandon her lips to tug at the lobe of her ear and caress her neck, my thumb hooking into the waistband of her shorts.

Sebastian.

Lifting my head as I open my eyes, I see her beautiful eyes staring right at me, a plea in them.

And just as suddenly, the fever breaks, the spell over my mind and body gone.

What am I doing?

Yes, Clarissa may be willing. She may even want this. But she’s not thinking clearly and I can’t take advantage of that.

Otherwise, I would be no more than an animal.

No. If I’m going to take her as my mate, it will be with her full and clear consent, with everything done right. Or not at all.

Sucking in a deep breath, I force my gaze away from hers and jump off the bed, heading to the door. My body still aches, now in the grips of the unparalleled frustration of an unconsummated bond, but I ignore that as I walk out of the room and down the corridor, away from her.

“How is she?” Theo asks behind me.

“She’s okay now,” I answer without stopping or looking at him.

“Sebastian,” he calls after me.

Sighing, I stop but don’t turn my head. “What?”

“You stopped,” he says. “Even though neither of you wanted to.”