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Marcello buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. “You’re intoxicating.” As if he can read my mind. “What is that perfume?”
“I’m not wearing perfume,” I whisper.
He pushes me back on the bed, and I let him. I will manipulate them to let me go, and if I get an orgasm out of it too, all the better. I’m not an idiot. I could never trust a werewolf, but why not use one for sex? I’ve heard stories about how great Signum are in the sack. Why not make the best of a bad situation? I don’t think they want to hurt me.
His hands run over my body, rubbing across my shoulders and down my arms. They skim over my chest and stop at my waist. He dips his head to the notch at the bottom of my neck and kisses me there. His tongue traces the notch and then licks down my cleavage, between my small breasts. He groans, hands still on my waist, holding me down. I want to writhe and shimmy upward, but I can’t move. He’s too strong. But I’m no longer afraid. I know he’s acting out of lust. I can use him, and he can use me, nothing wrong with a little fun. Then I’ll convince him to let me go.
His tongue traces patterns on my chest. He uses his teeth to pull my dress down, just a little. Then he moves back to kissing my body over the sheer fabric. He kisses each nipple, stopping at the undersides of my breasts where he places wet kisses all along the creases before moving down to my stomach.
His hands dip lower, grasping the hem of my dress, running a finger between the fabric and my skin.
My flesh tingles and heats. I squirm as he pushes my dress up. His head moves down until his face is nestled in my crotch with his hands back at my waist, holding me down again. I run my fingers through his dark, curly hair and push his head into my sex. He inhales deeply through my panties and then bites playfully. I push my groin upward, and his hands move down to wrap around my ass. Without removing my panties, he kisses my cleft.
The kisses are long and deep, and he uses his entire mouth. Soon my underwear is soaked, from him and from me. His tongue slides under the elastic, and when he tastes me, he groans so loudly I’m sure the others can hear.
“I want you, Diva,” he says into my pussy.
“I’m right here,” I whisper.
He sits up and moves his body over mine, looking into my eyes. “I can’t have sex without knotting, and if I do that, I will claim you as my own. Do you understand?”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand what that means.”
“Our genitalia is different than a human’s or other Signum . . .” He looks away as if suddenly embarrassed. “Forgive me, I’ve never had to explain this before.”
“Go on.” I rest my hand lightly on his arm.
“We have extra tissue on our cocks, and when we’re inside a woman, we swell, and our dicks form a kind of lock.”
“That sounds hot,” I whisper. “So, you and I would be locked together and not able to stop fucking.”
“Yes, until I come.”
“Ohhh,” I force a fake pout. “And what about me? You’d leave me sexually frustrated?”
“Of course not,” he leans down and tenderly kisses my mouth.
“What does it feel like? For you?” I ask.
Looking up, we lock eyes. “I don’t know.”
I fake punch him in the shoulder. “Come on.”
“I’m serious.” His eyes are soft, and there’s a deepness I hadn’t seen before in this man who plays such a hard-ass in public. “When a werewolf knots and orgasms inside a woman, he claims her as his own. The other part of the equation, the glue that makes this work is the fact that we can only follow through on our urges with our fated mates.”
“What does that mean?”
He reaches for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “It’s forever.”
“Forever, how can that be?”
“That’s how our species has evolved.”
“All werewolves?”
He shrugs. “I don’t think so, there are other species of werewolf. But for my pack mates and myself, it is this way.”
“So, you’re telling me that all three of you are virgins?” He cannot possibly be serious. I mean, just look at them.
