But his blood…
I briefly closed my eyes.
That wolf was made for me in ways I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Just thinking about him had my teeth aching, my body craving more.
I’d felt sick ever since the grocery store, and now I just wanted relief, relief only he could bring.
Mason.
The door was open.
I quietly walked in. Moonlight shone through the open window as cool night air filled the empty space between me and his massive body.
His breathing was slow.
His naked chest rose and fell with an easy cadence that immediately calmed me down.
I took a deep breath and then approached.
I didn’t even have time to speak before his hand snaked out and gripped my free hand.
“What…” He leaned up on his elbow. “…is that smell?”
I cleared my throat. “Cookies.”
“Cookies.” His icy gaze locked on me.
“Chocolate chip cookies.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his, from the way they penetrated every defense without asking permission to do so. His eyes stripped me bare without a thought.
I let them.
My body heated.
He dropped my hand and reached for a cookie. “I haven’t had a cookie in…”
“Years?” I offered.
His mouth curved into a sultry smile. “Hundreds.”
“That’s some hardcore self-control,” I joked.
His smile was tense. The room swirled. It pulsed with electricity, with blood that pounded my body, begging for release, begging to be joined with his.
White teeth bit into the cookie slowly. My eyes followed as his tongue snaked out and licked a bit of chocolate that had the honor of grazing his perfect, plump lower lip. My mouth buzzed with jealousy. I would probably slit someone’s throat to be that piece of chocolate.
Mason closed his eyes and let out a guttural groan before reaching for another cookie.
Repeating the process.
While I died a thousand deaths imaging those teeth biting into my soft flesh, licking me dry.
He reached for another.
And another.
The plate was empty.
Mason popped one final piece in his mouth then slowly sucked each finger dry. A piece of chocolate was on the corner of his mouth. The temptation was too much. Without asking permission, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across the spot, tasting him, tasting the chocolate.