Whoever comes in here, I’m going to kill them. I know it. I have no control. Even with Talon here, there will be no holding back the fangs of my curse from draining whoever walks through that door and into this bed.
"Aura." The way he says my name forces me to open my eyes. "Trust me."
I search his dark molten depths, letting myself relax, just a fraction. “I trust you.”
“Good.” He nods. “Because you won’t be feeding from just one person. We are going to have a little...” he hesitates, “party.”
My brows lift a fraction.
That way I’ll feed from multiple people. Maybe taking some from several will keep any one person from being drained.
“You thought of this?” I ask.
He nods, a flush coming to his cheeks. “It seems like it could work.”
I can’t say I disagree. We seem to be trying all sorts of things these days. I swallow hard. Hopefully his plan goes better than my idea did this morning.
Then he pulls out the chains from the pack he brought. We don’t have to use the chains, but they are a reminder.
I need that reminder, like a uniform. Dropping the cloak, I push off the loose dress I wore under and take them from him.
The cold jewels find all the dips off my body, causing goosebumps to wash over me. I shudder in equal parts disgust and anticipation. The larger part of me grows with excitement and insatiable appetite, ready to pounce.
Before he can move, I speak again in a lower tone. “I wish it was you. You and me.”
He stops, swallowing hard. I follow the bob and drop of his throat. “Me too.” Then in a quiet, wistful tone that matches mine, “Me too.”
Chapter 22
Yanking the Collar
TALON
Ipatiently wait with the collar in hand until Aurora lifts her hair for me to snap it on.
"So you're her Dom?" a soft voice asks from the door as I finish securing the collar to Aurora’s neck, wrapping the long leash around my hand to shorten it.
The question comes from a petite girl with chestnut hair in a messy bun and oval glasses who barely comes up to my elbow. Her conservative sweater and skirt make her look like she wandered in from a librarian conference—and not a single part of her looks uncertain. Just…quietly amused.
I exchange a glance with Aura.
"Yes," I say.
The woman looks between us. "May I...play?"
Aura licks her lips like a starving wolf. She can’t wait much longer. Then her expression hardens as if she knows she’s about to hurt this girl.
But I won’t let her.
I give a curt nod. “But I stay on the sidelines.”
She nods, but her eyes drop to the black scales along my chest, and I swear something in her expression shifts like she gets it. At least a little.
She approaches the bed. Aura is already on her knees, one hand lazily rolling her breast, occasionally pinching the nipple. My temples tighten as I fight any bodily reaction. I need to stay vigilant.
The Librarian hesitates, but Aurora doesn’t. She surges forward and catches her in a kiss with a needy moan. Their lips glide, tongues dip, and I can tell from the soft sounds and arched backs that it’s agoodkiss. The Librarian startles at first but quickly matches Aurora’s heat.
She cups Aura’s breasts and plays with the weight of them like she’s handling precious things. Aura arches, hips rocking in the air, mindlessly seeking contact. Her need is a living thing.
