Sylvan grumbled a warning when Drake tried to pull away.
“You’re in need. I feel your call.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Why should you?” Sylvan kissed her. “I woke up ready for you.”
“Please,” Drake murmured, her skin sheened with want. Her clitoris was swollen, her glands so hard she could barely stand the pressure of Sylvan’s thigh between her legs. “I can’t fight you any longer.”
“No, you can’t.” Sylvan nipped at Drake’s lower lip and soothed the tiny bite with her tongue. She rumbled with pleasure when Drake’s mouth took hers in a hard, fierce kiss. She wanted Drake to take all she had to give. She wanted to meet passion with passion. Their tongues clashed and then gentled, whispering over and around each other as if dancing in moonlight. Sylvan caught Drake’s hand and guided it between her legs. She closed Drake’s fingers around her clitoris. “This is for you.”
“It’s not safe,” Drake protested, but she couldn’t stop touching her. Sylvan was so hot and hard and wet already. She knew Sylvan wasn’t thinking, couldn’t be, not after what she’d been through, what her body demanded now. But Drake didn’t have the strength to deny her. She needed Sylvan just as badly—needed to feel Sylvan’s power, vibrant and vital. “I want all of you. I won’t be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” Sylvan scraped her canines down Drake’s throat. “You’re mine. I want to come on you.”
“I want you all over me.” Drake moaned and rubbed against her.
Sylvan’s clitoris swelled between her fingers. “I want you. I’m afraid—I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“You calmed my wolf. You brought me back.” Sylvan kissed Drake again, her eyes going wolf-gold. “You said you loved me.” Drake threaded her fingers through Sylvan’s hair and pulled Sylvan’s head back. She licked the rippling pulse.
“I do. I do love you.”Sylvan cupped Drake’s sex, teasing her fingertips just inside her as she pressed her palm down on Drake’s clitoris. “Then I’m going to claim what’s mine.”
Hunger, a need more intense than anything Drake had ever known, exploded in her chest. She pushed Sylvan onto her back and dragged her mouth down Sylvan’s throat to her breast. She caught a nipple between her teeth and tugged on it. “Not before I take what’s mine.” Sylvan growled and her claws shot out. “Be careful, Wolf. Don’t challenge me.”
“Or else what?” Drake settled her chest between Sylvan’s legs and circled Sylvan’s nipple with her tongue. When Sylvan grasped her shoulders and tried to dislodge her, Drake shook her off and skimmed her mouth down the center of Sylvan’s abdomen. “Or else what, Alpha?”
“I won’t be gentle.”
“I don’t expect you to be.” Drake licked the fine silver line between the hard ridges of Sylvan’s abdominal muscles. Sylvan’s clitoris pulsated against her breast, satin soft and hot. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth.”
Sylvan’s hips jerked. “Are you?”
“I’m going to drink you until I’ve had my fill.” Drake pinned Sylvan’s wrists to the bed on either side of her hips and raised her head to see Sylvan’s face. Sylvan’s canines protruded. So did hers. “Then you can do whatever you want.”
“Why should I wait?” Sylvan snarled.
“Why?” Drake licked Sylvan’s clitoris, slowly swirling her tongue over the head and down the rigid shaft. “You like this, don’t you?”
Sylvan yanked one hand free and grasped Drake’s neck, her claws pressing but not puncturing. “Yes.”
“So do I.” Drake sucked, careful not to push her canines into the glands near the base of Sylvan’s clitoris. She didn’t want to make her release right away, and she knew Sylvan wanted to. She intended to savor her. She wanted to pleasure her. She wanted to own her.
“Harder,” Sylvan gasped, her body straining under Drake’s. “Take me all the way in.”
“Not yet,” Drake murmured, toying with Sylvan on the tip of her tongue. She massaged Sylvan’s stomach with one hand until the tense muscles relaxed a fraction. “That’s better.” She flicked at Sylvan’s clitoris and quickly skimmed lower, basking in Sylvan’s essence. Sylvan’s legs jumped. “I love how ready you are. So fierce and beautiful.”
“Drake,” Sylvan growled. “Make me come.”
“And so impatient.” Laughing, Drake slid her fingers into her.
Instantly, she was surrounded by hot, firm muscles. The internal extension of Sylvan’s clitoris throbbed and she massaged the fullness gently with her fingertips. Sylvan thrashed, an ominous rumble rising from her chest. Drake licked her again. “You’re almost there.” Breaking Drake’s hold, Sylvan reared up and grabbed Drake’s head, forcing her clitoris between Drake’s lips.
“Suck me,” she demanded, her face contorted with savage pleasure. “I’m ready to come.”
Drake wanted to keep her that close forever, but she couldn’t wait any longer either. She had to have her. She wanted the taste of Sylvan in her mouth, in her memory, in every conscious and unconscious part of her. She wanted her, needed her, body and soul. Drawing Sylvan deep into her mouth, Drake slid her hand down Sylvan’s belly and massaged the base of her clitoris while she sucked her.
“Yes, now,” Sylvan gasped, erupting into Drake’s mouth. She came harder and longer than she ever had and still her hips pumped. More, she needed more. She needed to give more, take more. She needed to be joined. A wild raging hunger stormed through her, and she flipped Drake onto her back. “Mine.”
“Yes,” Drake cried, so full and so ready she wanted to scream for release. Wrapping her legs around Sylvan’s hips, she reached down and opened herself. Instantly the swollen ridge of Sylvan’s clitoris glided between her folds. When Sylvan thrust, Drake rose to meet her. She was so close and never close enough. “Come inside me. Can you come inside me?”
“Bite me.” Sylvan’s wolf-gold eyes burned into Drake’s. “Bite me now.”With a strangled cry, Drake buried her canines in Sylvan’s chest.
Sylvan’s clitoris, stiff with the rush of her orgasm, throbbed wildly in Drake’s sex. Sylvan bit Drake’s shoulder when she came, and Drake exploded with her.
“I love you,” Sylvan gasped, collapsing in Drake’s arms.
Even as Drake held Sylvan, shuddering and spent, her heart shattered. She wanted nothing more than to hold Sylvan for the rest of her life. To spend her life by Sylvan’s side. But what if she was damaged, truly mutia? She couldn’t stay with Sylvan if her presence made Sylvan a target with the other Weres, with rivals in her own Pack.
Leaving Sylvan now would kill Drake, but even death could not make her regret this perfect moment. For the first time in her life she knew she was not alone.
Chapter Thirty
Even asleep, Drake knew immediately when Sylvan left her.
The places where their bodies had touched while they’d slept wrapped in one another were cold. Where moments before she had been content and satisfied, now she churned with want. The bite on her shoulder throbbed and she wanted Sylvan’s mouth there again. Aching for Sylvan inside her again, Drake watched Sylvan lope silently away.
She could not fathom how she could survive being separated from her when she already yearned for the sight and scent and sound of her.
Drake forced herself to get up. She found a stack of shirts and pants in the closet and got dressed. Her hands trembled. She was edgy, anxious, like she had been when she was first transformed, only worse.
She wanted Sylvan, only Sylvan, and she wanted her with a fierceness that drove reason aside. She was covered in sex sweat, her stomach cramped and twisting. She wondered if she had a fever, if her cells were even now breaking down, releasing the mutagenic chemicals that would make her a danger to everyone around her. She’d bitten Sylvan, let Sylvan bite her. Had she infected her, put Sylvan’s life at risk? She was a medic. She knew better than to ask questions when what she needed was data, and she was determined to get it. She had to know, once and for all, if she was a risk to those she loved.