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Is that why he’s never let me taste him?

He was worried about hurting me?

Breathing is certainly a requirement, but I’m tempted to risk how badly I need oxygen just to experience that before I die.

“I’ll be careful,” I tell him as I shimmy down his body, then peel away his pants. They fight against me now that they’re wet, and as if Godric can’t take it anymore, claws extend from his fingers and he slices them clean off.

I’m left staring at his beautiful cock, swollen and ridged with veins, which is a sight to behold. As I slide my fingers over it, the rim of thick muscle swells around the base, revealing the knot he’s so worried about using on me.

“Wow,” I breathe.

He chuckles.

“My wolf is practically preening, little one. Don’t encourage his ego to grow more than it already has.”

Curiosity drives me as I ignore him and run my tongue directly over the interesting wall of muscle. Godric makes a strained sound I’ve never heard before as I trace the tip of my tongue around it, so I do it again.

It swells even bigger, then takes up the lower portion of his shaft just like Arwan had described.

What would that feel like in my throat?

“Don’t tease me, little one,” Godric warns.

Enjoying this building sense of power I’ve never experienced, I wrap both hands around his massive cock and slide upward. He throbs in my grip as I reach the mushroom top and twist.

When I look up at him, I find that he has fully embedded his claws into the marble bench, puncturing holes as a makeshift anchor.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Only if you keep doing what you’re doing,” he rumbles as he keeps his eyes locked on me.

He doesn’t move a muscle, allowing my exploration, as I press a kiss to the swollen head of his cock. I’m rewarded with a bead of moisture between my lips, and my tongue flashes out to lap it up.

He tastes sweet.

He produces another one of those growling sounds that makes wetness gush between my thighs.

His nostrils flare in response.

“Sorry,” he growls as I whimper and press my fingers between my legs to stem the ache.

“What was that?” I ask.

“My wolf. He wants you to undo the rejection so that I can fuck you, but I am still cursed. You’re still leaving. So he doesn’t get what he wants.”

Based on the pained look on Godric’s face, he isn’t getting what he wants, either, but he respects my wishes.

And he’s letting me do what I want to do, which is to torment him with my tongue.

I can’t help the instinct to taste him, to take his flavor into my body and keep a part of him with me forever.

Because a deep, dark part of me knows that all of this is fleeting.

I will either die before I reach the castle, or I will suffer far worse at their rejection when they find out the truth.

Live like a wolf, I decide in my head. Live for right now.

I run my tongue over his shaft, enjoying the full length of him. I’m rewarded by that deep groan of his that sends desire pooling through my core.