“Lord Wesley,” I say. “This is from him.”
“Then why doesn’t it hurt? And why isn’t it healing?”
“He’s injected you with his saliva, but it has erased your memory of it.”
“Wolves can do that?”
“Some of the more powerful can. After a while, a Wolf’s saliva numbs. And if it gets infected, it’s untreatable with human medications.”
“Can you fix it?” she asks. “Can you heal me?”
“Not without—”
I grit my teeth and bite back a growl as I close my eyes. I can smell her scent. Taste her blood on the tip of my tongue. My mind is going blank, and my cock is rising to life. The simple idea of licking her again is throwing me out of control. Spiraling me into a darkness that only knows two things.
My strength and her curves.
“Sebastian.”
Clarissa’s voice reaches into the recesses of my mind and pulls me to life.
“I can heal it,” I say. “But it’s—”
“You’ll have to stop me, Clarissa. Even if it means morphing.”
She nods her head, and my hand grips her arm. I pull the wound to my face, sniffing it deeply and allowing the ruddy smell to swirl around my head. My tongue settles against her skin and licks, rumbling over the openness of her body. My cock is leaking.
Pulsing with the aching want to sink into her heat. My body is trembling, and I can feel every atom of my being firing with electricity. My grip on her tightens as I lick. Press. Growl into her skin. The wound closes underneath my ministrations, but my tongue doesn’t stop.
It works up her body, encompassing her neck as we fall into the wall.
“More.”
That small little word echoing off the corners of my mind.
I’m losing myself to the darkness. To the primal heat coursing through my veins as my tongue laps against her lips.
“So much more.”
Clarissa’s hands wrap into the tendrils of my hair. I can no longer contain myself. I can no longer peel myself away from her.
I rip her tattered clothes from her body, feeling the shirt fall to the floor at my feet. My tongue slips to the back of her mouth, raking over her cheeks and coating her with my saliva.
She’s shaking. Trembling as she gives herself over to me. As the bond we created so many months ago takes over her entire being.
She’s whimpering. Biting back her howls as I suck on her lower lip.
I open my eyes and find hers filling with lust.
“More,” she says breathlessly.
Her hands reach down to my pants and rip them down my body.
“More,” she says with a growl.
Her lips around my dripping cock send me into a primal spiral. My hand twists in her hair as I shove myself back into her throat.
My claws are growing as I watch her kneel to me. Give herself over to me.