The Mate Mistake(The Woolven Secret 3)(23)

A lesser man, or wolf, might know a moment of fear seeing an ancient Asakku crawling toward him with hunger in her eyes.

He pushed the table toward the balcony railing to make room for her and to give her unfettered access to whatever parts of him she planned on tasting.

Her fingers made short work of his slacks and she freed his cock.

"I don't think we have time for this."

"Since you're doing my packing, we do."

"I will do everything for you from now until forever if this is the reward."

The tips of her fangs peeked out from beneath her lip and instead of inciting fear, it caused his cock to surge in anticipation.

"You like biting me," she said, licking him. "Maybe I'm going to bite you, too."

Parker knew a moment of fear, but it did nothing to diminish his lust. Fuck it. He'd try anything once. "You trusted my fangs both at your throat and between your legs. I'll give you the same."

Her nails scored his thighs. "How much that turns me on should scare you, wolf."

"The only thing I'm afraid of is losing you."

She licked up and down the length of his shaft, her hand replacing her mouth as she moved to his femoral artery. Her sharp teeth pierced the flesh and he felt every pull of her mouth on that artery like it was on his cock. Every rush of blood into her hot mouth was like a tiny moment of orgasm.

Culmination hovered, but he didn't want to surrender, not yet. They were just getting started. He tried thinking about other things, besides her mouth on his vein and her hand on his cock.

Anything.

Older Westwood naked.

He wasn't against it.

Her ex-husband she'd turned into a shit golem.

No dice. It made it worse, actually. Gave him more of an edge of danger, because oh my goddess, what if she ever saw into his head. She'd murder him. String him up by his balls. Peel them like apples. He was going to say mandarin oranges, but his were definitely bigger. At least, metaphysically speaking.

Thinking about being so close to the edge, he started humming Lady Gaga in his head, trying to remember all of the lyrics to "The Edge of Glory." Nah, nothing. Except closer to that edge.

To those teeth.

Yeah, that would do it.

Her teeth that close to his dick... her teeth on his di--

Goddamn it.

He hit culmination way before he was ready, but it obviously pleased Belle. She grinned up at him and licked her lips.

"See how nice I am?"

"You're a filthy woman." He shook his head slowly. At least, that's what he thought he'd said. It might've been gibberish, for all he knew. He'd come so hard, he was sure he'd lost some brain cells, too.

"Filthy? No, I cleaned it all up. I thought you wolves were in to tongue baths."

His cock twitched again and he wasn't sure if it was agony or bliss. Whatever it was, he didn't care. He'd take as much of it as he could get.

"You're going to get your own tongue bath when I can think straight."

"Oh yeah? You think so?"

A devilish gleam had come into her eyes.

"You don't want a tongue bath?"

"I think I want you to work for it."

"I didn't already?"

She laughed. "No, not nearly enough. I think you should chase me."

And just like that, she jumped over the balcony and continued laughing when she hit the ground. "What are you waiting for, wolf? Catch me. If you can."

She knew exactly which buttons to push and exactly how hard. He didn't even try to hold back. He Changed into his warrior form and followed suit. She headed for the line of trees toward the back of the property and he ran hard, gaining on her.

Her scent never changed. It was chocolate and lust, perhaps tinged with adrenaline. But there was no fear, even though she pushed herself to her limits running from him.

As he gained on her, he salivated at the thought of having her throat between his jaws again, his tongue on all of her pink parts. Best of all, she'd be thrashing beneath him while he wrought all the things in her she'd wrought in him.

He ran her down hard, and when she was within reach, he pounced and they crashed to the ground.

Parker didn't hold back, he let her see him as he was, in his full glory, but he Changed back to his human form once he'd caught her. He didn't want to take the chance that his venom would hurt her while he was in warrior form. It was one thing to bite her during sex, it was quite another to bite her while his adrenaline was high with the thrill of the chase.

She spread her legs for him and he saw something that caused his beast to rumble with approval. The mark he'd put on her throat hadn't stayed, but the one on her inner thigh had.

He was torn between rushing her straight back to David to make sure it hadn't damaged her, and reveling in the part where she was well and truly marked.

He knew that there was a chance it could still heal, evidence of his mark wiped away, but damn if he didn't love seeing it there.