At the moment, he had more urgent activities on his mind. He needed her flesh. Needed to taste her juice. All Ash had to do was tug her jeans down, push aside her lacy panties, and start pleasing her clit with his tongue. Public or not, there would be no way she could push him away. She would not say no. He knew this to be the truth. It would be a surge of pleasure like nothing she’d ever had before. Surely she knew that. If she had been looking up oral sex on the Internet, then she knew how he might want to please her in return. But with her somewhat limited experience, he let her take the wheel. “What do you want me to do for you, baby doll?”
“Make me come with your hands.”
Without a word, he moved his hand inside her panties and felt her bare pussy. Slipping his fingers between her velvety folds, he found her aroused little clit. Rosemary sucked in her breath. She was already soaked for him.
Ash worked her hard little nub as he watched her face. She was enjoying it, but she also looked tense.
“Relax your face, baby, and enjoy it. It’s just you and me.”
She unclenched her jaw and released a smile, circling her arms around his neck.
Ash reached further into her depth and sank a finger in slightly. Her bare pussy and her wetness, combined with the look on her face, her lips parted, was giving him the biggest, hardest sense of urgency of his life. The fact that she was a virgin who wanted him to be the first added an extra layer of need. Both the human and the wolf blood inside him pulsed with fervor.
“Don’t break me, not yet, Ash. I want to save that part for our wedding night.”
He leaned in and kissed the place where her swan-like neck met her shoulder and then said, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
Ash thought he might’ve heard a quiet purr coming from somewhere deep in her throat. It was an odd, inhuman noise, but it doubled his desire for her.
Rosemary let go of the tension in her hips and rocked her pelvis closer to him, begging him to go harder, faster, deeper. Ash explored every inch of her body that his hands could reach while not removing her clothes. His hand was thoroughly soaked from her. Lord, he was going to enjoy fucking his future wife, very soon.
She must have been thinking the same thing because she moaned, “You have magical hands, darlin’. Keep going.”
Ash ramped up the intensity of his strokes and sank his middle finger a little deeper. “We ain’t stopping until you say uncle.”
She smiled. “Well, see, Uncle Trev is in the other crypt just a stone’s throw away. We can do it in there next time if you want.”
He didn’t know if she was kidding, and he could not have cared less. How could a human be so close to coming and still make jokes? He leaned down and bit her hard little nipple through her shirt.
Rosemary let out a startled yelp of pleasure. “Ash!”
“That was for being a wise-ass while I’m about to make you come.”
She gasped and pulled his hair; the exquisite pain made his entire body flush with heat. “Well, if that’s the case, I got a whole bucket full of one-liners about my family.”
He smiled. “Oh, you like the biting?”
She whispered hoarsely, “So much.”
Ash glowered at her, unable to control the expression of the frustrated beast beneath the surface. His teeth raked across her collarbone, down to her nipple, and bit down gently, repeating until he felt her breath catch. He worked his teeth in sync with his strokes at her soaking wet core until he felt her body start to buck.
He didn’t want to miss this moment, so he gave her hard bud one last little bite through her shirt and then straightened up so they were face to face again. He didn’t let up his strokes even as her hands clawed his back and she struggled for words.
“What is it, sweets?”
“Bite my neck. Bite it hard,” she breathed.
Ash smiled. “You got a vampire thing, baby? I’ll be your vampire.” Gladly, he thought. The perfect excuse to explore her throat once more, searching for the elusive whiff of her blood, the mysterious, inhuman scent he thought he had detected the night before. The clit was not a mystery to him. He had that well in hand at the moment, pun intended. But the goddamn notes in her scent? Maddeningly undefined.
While he kept up his attentions to her arousal, he let the tip of his tongue paint a stroke up the side of Rosemary’s delicate throat, up and back down again until he came to the spot where her pulse pounded. There, he inhaled her into his lungs. The elusive scent was much more prominent as her blood roared under the surface. He licked and sucked the spot, nearly able to taste it. It was clear. Something in her was not human. But what was it? She was not a wolf—and he would have known her if she was; wolf packs communities all knew each other, even if they didn’t all get along. Whatever it was, he liked it. And whenever she was ready to tell him, he would be ready. He had a whopper of a secret himself.
His mouth widened and covered as wide an expanse of her neck as he could, bathing her with his tongue, biting and raking her skin gently until she demanded he bite harder.
As much as the beast in him
