I nod, my gaze lingering on a wound on her neck. “One of the magical properties I gained from the bargain was the ability to heal wounds.” I gesture at the blood seeping through her white nightdress. “May I?”
Alienor nods.
My pulse quickens, and it takes every effort not to pant like a dog. I rasp, “It means running my tongue over your cuts.”
“I understand.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, inhale a deep breath, and force back a surge of arousal. “Take off your nightgown.”
Alienor hesitates, then hisses through her teeth.
My eyes snap open to find her eyes brimming with tears and her features contorted with pain.
“Alienor!”
“Every time I move, it aggravates my cuts,” she whispers, her voice strained.
I gulp. “Allow me to tear through the fabric.”
She gives me a gentle nod.
Sensation surges to my cock, which pushes through my leather pelt. Before she catches a glimpse of my erection, I drop to my knees and lift the hem of her nightgown.
Alienor is in agony and covered in painful cuts, I tell myself. This is not a time for leering.
But the blood racing south screams otherwise.
How in the name of the realms am I going to run my tongue across her delectable skin without turning into a slathering beast?
ChapterThirty-Two
ALIENOR
There’s a part of me that’s freaking out, while the rest of me is still numb.
It’s as though my body has shut down so my mind can catch up with the back-to-back catastrophes that have plagued my life since I set a trap for the Boogie Man.
How did he go from a specter to my nemesis to my savior? I can’t believe he fought his way back to me from the realm of the faeries, only to save my life. But here he is, offering to heal my wounds.
Somewhere along those lines, I’ve had more real-life sexual experiences with him than I have with any other man.
The cuts across my body sting, even as the Boogie Man takes care to tear my nightgown open with his claws. Strangely, I don’t flinch at his ability to touch me directly, but even the Boogie Man's presence is comforting compared to Norbert’s animated corpse.
Cool air swirls around my exposed skin, making my nipples tighten.
That’s when it registers that I’m lying on my back naked save for a pair of thin, white knickers that barely cover my pussy.
I dart my gaze to the Boogie Man, who stares down at me with an intensity that makes my breath quicken.
The golden flecks in his green eyes burn hotter than the sun, and I can’t tell if he’s still furious that I tried to banish him or he’s about to carry out his filthiest threats.
It’s impossible to see the state of his arousal because he’s kneeling at my bedside.
My skin tingles as he leans so close that my nostrils fill with his wood-and-tobacco scent. It’s wild and untamed with a touch of spice that reminds me of the creature he’s become.
The Boogie Man places a soft kiss on my shoulder, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin. I squeeze my thighs together and breathe hard through my nostrils.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his deep voice caressing my eardrums.