Page 15 of Wolf Blood

"Is that a promise?" I asked.

His eyes were dark. His rage hadn't gone anywhere. "You can’t handle me, Trouble. Bite me again. Now."

I leaned forward and lazily dragged my tongue over the puncture wounds I'd left instead.

The faint taste of blood was more than enough of a reward for the teasing.

"How did he take you?"

I went still at Rhone's question.

There was a threat in it.

No way in hell was I answering that question.

He pinned me to the wall harder. "How did he fuck you? It's a simple enough question. Did you let him take you while you were on your back? Flip you over and hold your sexy little ass in his hands while he took you from behind? Bend you over the bed and rock the mattress with every thrust?"

The rage in his voice grew deadlier with every question, but I didn’t miss the compliment he gave me.

He’d never called me sexy before.

We were in dangerous territory. For the first time ever, I wondered if Rhone might actually lose control of himself.

Because of the way he asked, I actually thought lying or refusing to respond would be worse than admitting the truth.

"I sat on his lap and did all the work, drinking his blood and fucking him." My voice was neutral, my attention on his face.

Rhone scowled. "You don't want to be in control. You want to let go."

I wasn't sure how he knew that.

Maybe Oren felt that way about sex too.

But Oren had told me that he and Nolan fought physically a lot of the time when they fucked, to ease the bloodlust even more. That was much different than wanting to let go.

So maybe Rhone just paid attention to me, as bizarre as the idea was.

"I can't afford to let go," I said.

"You can with me," Rhone growled back.

I didn't reply.

He knew I didn't agree, and there was no point in arguing about it. I'd pissed him off enough already, considering he was the person mostly supplying the blood to keep me alive.

Even if he was supplying it by choice. And by refusing to let me feed on anyone else. And apparently acting like a caveman with his favorite piece of meat when I tried to find another source.

"Did you..." He clenched his jaw for a moment before gritting out the words. "Enjoy. It."

"I haven't enjoyed anything since I turned fully. The bloodlust is all-consuming. I felt something, and it was better than nothing. But I didn't enjoy it."

"You would with me."

I said nothing.

He stared at me for too long, and I stared back.

"No one else touches you. I don't care if you walk through the whole fucking tower naked as a distraction. If you ever allow another man's cock in, on, or anywhere near your body, I willfucking tear it off and shove it down his throat. The bloodwillbe on your hands, Trouble."