Her.
Her on her knees.
On her back.
The smell of her.
Dear goddess, that taste of her on his tongue…
The feeling was obviously mutual because her pupils had dilated and she grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
He did like a woman who took charge.
Especially this one.
Her mouth was hot, and demanding. Her grip strong. He liked how solid she was in his arms. With other women, he always worried about hurting them. About his beast getting carried away, but he instinctively knew she could handle anything he could throw her way. That was hot.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he had her clothes in a pool on the floor in seconds. He was pretty proud of himself for not tearing them to shreds. He didn’t exactly want her to meet the rest of the family naked.
A low growl started in the back of his throat just thinking about it.
“Oh, I like it when you do that,” she gasped.
He went to his knees between her thighs. “You’ll like it when I do this, too.”
Her fingers tunneled through his hair. “Parker—”
“Mmm.” He lifted her and used his supernatural strength to hold her aloft while he laved at her.
“Oh gods, I have to tell you some—”
“Me too,” he mumbled against the softness of her cleft, swiping his tongue over her sweetness.
Maybe if he was ears deep, “I’m a werewolf” wouldn’t be so scary.
Or maybe, he should mark her now. Right here, on the inside of her thigh. She’d be his. His brother would approve. He’d told Drew to mark Emmie to keep her safe. Then there’d be no question about what lengths his family would go to so that she was protected.
For some reason, that was paramount. He needed her safe more than he needed anything.
That thought should’ve scared him, but maybe it had decided to manifest while he was ears deep for the same reason.
So it didn’t scare the living shit out of him.
His beast rose and he couldn’t fight it. Parker sank his teeth into her inner thigh.
She called out names of gods he didn’t recognize and her orgasm was sweet on his tongue.
But the wound healed immediately, much faster than even his saliva could instigate, and the taste of her blood was almost like a ghost pepper, burning through his tongue.
“Did you just try to mark me?” she asked.
So much for telling her he was a werewolf. She already knew.
But just what in the hell was Belle Vaughn?
Chapter 4
He’d tried to mark her!
Belle wasn’t sure if she should be horrified or intrigued. It had felt… yeah, it had been like a supernova between her thighs. She wanted him to bite her again.
From the look on his face, he probably didn’t want to bite her again.
“I tried to tell you I was a vampire.”
“And here I was worried you’d be upset when I told you I was a wolf.” He leaned back on his haunches. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew? I feel pretty stupid.”
“Parker, we barely know each other. I didn’t know how you’d react.”
“You know me well enough to let me put my face in your—”
“That’s different.”
“You knew me well enough to marry me.”
“We were both drunk.”
“How were you even drunk? You’re a vampire?”
She sighed. “I’m not your average bloodsucker. I don’t drink human blood. I haven’t for five hundred years.”
“Holy shit, you’re old.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Listen, even immortals don’t want to be told they’re old.”
Parker grinned, the flash of his white teeth endearing, somehow. “But you’re still beautiful.”
“I’m not going to let you off the hook just because you told me I’m beautiful.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“What about if I eat you again?” He chomped his teeth.
Her cheeks warmed. “Well, I mean… I won’t argue.”
“We should probably put the rest of our baggage on the table, though.”
“Yeah, you’re right, and if you want to drop me off in…say… Colorado, I won’t be upset. When I tell you about the people who are after me, you may want to keep your own family as far away from them as possible.”
He ushered her into the shower. “Water is heavy, so we don’t have a lot. We should share.”
“I don’t feel like we’ll get anything discussed.”
“We will. I promise.” He held up a Lush shampoo bar. “Let me help.”
His hands were everywhere, in her hair, massaging her scalp, down the back of her neck, her shoulders, the length of her spine… she couldn’t help but melt into him as his strong hands worked her flesh.