“Yes, you are.” I gaze up at her as I suck her nipple between my lips, loving how she arches her back into it.
She shakes her head even as she lets out a little moan when I switch to her other breast. “I’m not. I’m bitchy and impulsive and avoidant—ah!”
She cries out as I tug her nipple with my teeth, and I give it an apologetic circle of my tongue. I guide her back so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and sink to my knees.
“Does it seem like any of those things bother me?” I press a kiss to the small spellmark tattoo on her thigh.
“You’re supposed to lie and tell me that I’m not any of those things,” she grumbles halfheartedly, spreading her legs wider.
I shake my head, stroking the slightly faded letters I wrote on her belly. It’s a filthy word, depraved, yet all it evokes right now is a fond, somewhat possessive desire to get closer to her.
“You don’t want lies.”
Hooking my fingers under the waistband of her panties, I ease them off. Her scent hits me, so potent it makes a soft growl spill from my lips. “Mmm, no, you want someone to see all of you.”
She huffs. “No one wants to see all of me. Everyone runs when I do.”
The words echo in the dark room, hovering in the air between us.
Gods, do I understand that feeling. Being too much. Not living up to expectations. Being too dangerous and broken for anyone to truly want.
For me, it’s a fact of my curse. I can never show her all of me because it’s too dangerous, and I refuse to lose her. But how could this brilliant woman think she’s too much when all I want is more of her?
“I’m not running, Samantha.”
Her eyes shine, glassy as she shakes her head at me. “Don’t say that.”
I stroke her thighs, wanting to erase whatever demons are in her head. “Why not?”
She swallows hard. “Because I might believe you. And if I do, I won’t survive it when you change your mind.”
My nails sharpen as the wolf in me roils under the surface, wanting to claim my mate in no uncertain terms so that she understands how impossible it will be for me to run.
“The only time I’m running is if I’m chasing you. You don’t have to believe me yet, but you will.”
Gods, I want to tell her what is thrumming through my veins, but it’s too soon. It’ll scare her away, make her think that the only reason I want her around is because of my instincts and not because I’m growing more and more obsessed with her with every passing day. Then she’ll be the one who goes running.
She stares down at me, and I see the myriad of unspoken thoughts she’s sifting through behind her keen violet eyes.
When she speaks, it’s barely above a whisper. “I will?”
“You will.” The words are a rumbling half-growl, full of adamance and all the feelings I can’t express yet.
I lower my face between her thighs to her glistening pussy, but she stops me with a hand under my chin.
“You want to see all of me, so let’s try it this way,” she murmurs, sitting up and running a finger across her spellmark. She whispers an incantation, and her form shifts before my eyes.
I note with a hint of amusement that her silvery-white pubic hair forms into a little heart when she’s in her succubus form, grinning as I press a kiss to it. The scent of her arousal has doubled, her body is sending off waves of desire to lure in a partner to give her the pleasure she deserves.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.”
I spread her thighs, gripping her tight as I seek out the sweet tang of her pussy, needing her arousal on my tongue more than I need air. When I lap at her slit, my dick jerks in my workout shorts, almost coming right then and there because the taste of her is sheer bliss.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, licking her again. The second taste is even better, and I moan against her pussy as I eat her like a man possessed.
She grips my shoulder, and I startle when her tail dips under the waistband of my shorts. “Take these off.”
I’m reluctant to remove my hands from where I’m holding her thighs splayed open, but I do as she commands, shoving my shorts down as quickly as possible. I’m rewarded with a brush of her tail across my ass cheek, and I shudder, balls twitching.