Page 351 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

"Don't bite," he warns me, smirking.

I narrow my eyes at him, leaning forward. My tongue slips between my teeth and touches the tip of Valek’s middle finger. Ivy takes a sharp breath beneath us, her chest rising against mine.

I drag my tongue down, slowly.

Her taste spreads across it. Sweet, musky, a little salty. Familiar enough to make my cock jerk against her thigh.

Ivy makes a broken sound. Her hands release us both. One presses against my shoulder while the other grips Valek’s thigh, nails digging into his pale skin.

She’s staring at my mouth.

My tongue, specifically.

Anxiety prickles at my skin again, but her pupils have swallowed almost all the blue-green in her eyes, and she doesn't look nervous. Not in a bad way. Her thighs shift restlessly against the blankets, trying to close around nothing.

My tongue winds around Valek's hand one last time, cleaning Ivy’s slick from the base of them to the tips like a wolf cleaning a bone, watching her carefully.

Ivy whimpers beneath us. "Wraith…" She reaches for my face, urging me closer to her slick pussy. "Do that to me. Please."

Fuck…

The memory hits before I can stop it.

Blood on my teeth.

Her blood.

The thin cuts my teeth left against her thighs in the tent the first time I tried. I came back into myself long enough to see red on her pale skin. My brain decided I’d mauled her even while she held me and promised I hadn’t.

My hands flatten against the blankets.

I shake my head.

Ivy’s expression softens, but the need doesn’t leave it. Her hips shift toward me, offering herself while I fight the urge to pull away.

“You didn’t hurt me last time,” she says.

I did.

Not badly.

Doesn’t matter.

My teeth are sharper now in my memory than they are in my mouth. Every point feels enormous. A row of knives waiting to catch soft skin if she moves at the wrong moment.

I sign with one hand, movements stiff.

You bled.

“Tiny scratches.”

Blood.

“It stopped right away.”

I shake my head again.

Ivy pushes herself up on her elbows, but Valek’s arm behind her keeps her supported. Her scent thickens with every movement. Every part of me is straining to do whatever the fuck she asks of me.