Our gazes met, and held for a long moment before I finally leaned up to his throat.
Maverick shuddered as my lips brushed his pulse point. His head tipped to the side, his hands pulling me harder against him.
His erection was thick, pressed up against my center.
My fangs were descended and throbbing.
My eyes closed as Ifinallybit him.
Feeding had never been sexual before, but this?
This was pure, undiluted pleasure.
Vanilla exploded on my tongue, chased by the soft spice of cinnamon.
I drank slowly.
The taste was too fucking good not to.
My body heated more with every pull, the warmth in my veins growing hotter by the moment
Maverick’s hand moved over my back.
Gripped my ass.
Ground my core slowly against his cock.
A warning rumble echoed in the corner of the room, and Maverick snarled back.
The Alpha’s humanity seemed to have taken a very hard backseat to his wolf side.
I started to release him, but the growl he gave me was vicious. “Not until you’re full.”
I groaned against his throat, taking more.
My hips arched, and moved his with me, grinding his erection against my clit in a way that had me seeing stars.
We weren’t alone in the room.
I needed to remember that.
But I forgot, as soon as I took another pull of his blood.
There was nothing in the world like Maverick. Nothing.
I was panting when I finally released his throat, a raging ball of need and desire and sweat and slickness. My hands trembled against his shoulders as I slowly licked the small puncture wounds I’d left on his skin, cleaning the blood off them as the flow stopped itself quickly.
He healed so, insanely fast.
Rhone still didn’t leave the room.
I wished he would.
Maverick lowered his nose to my throat and inhaled deeply. The sound of satisfaction that rumbled his chest couldn’t have been anything but the wolf.
“You can go,” Maverick told Rhone.
Whatever Rhone said in response, he said it through their link.
