Page 31 of The Art of Avoiding Your Werewolf
I drank and rocked until I was moaning on his erection, his blood on my tongue while I climaxed harder than I ever had before.
Madd swore again, but still didn’t move.
I continued drinking until my belly was swollen and my mind slowly cleared.
My fangs slid out of his skin without any effort on my part, and my tongue dragged over the puncture wounds on his throat before the weight of the situation set in.
Slowly, my eyes closed.
I let out a long breath.
Physically, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so good. My shoulders were relaxed. My mind was calm. My body was at peace.
I wasn’t hungry.
I wasn’t fighting to stop myself from losing control and draining some unsuspecting human.
I wasn’t in pain.
My wolf stretched in my mind.“Ohh, he is perfect. I’ve selected the best possible mate. And an alpha, on top of it.”
I ignored her.
The alternative was to agree, which was obviously off the table.
He was still the bastard who had thrown me in the back of his truck, then locked me in a jail cell. And he’d filled a damn foam cup with blood, without telling me! Who did that?
Then again, I hadn’t exactly waited for him to warn me what was in it.
Much of the blame was on me.
Not sure what else there was to say or do, I eased myself off his lap. I ignored his slightly-pained grunt when I rubbed against his rock-hard erection again in the process.
My hands were trembling slightly when I picked up my to-go box and lifted a french fry to my mouth.
He didn’t grab his food, remaining where he was. The expression on his face was sort of… dazed. His jaw was clenched, too.
I ate another fry, contemplating every life decision I’d ever made that had led me to where I was.
Staying with the clan that made me wasn’t an option. They’d used me for so damn many years.
Tori and I had tried to convince Sienna to leave with us, but she’d refused. She was too scared. But we couldn’t deal with the pain of being prisoners any longer. So, we had to run.
There was nowhere else as safe from vampires as Wildwood, as Madd had proven when he dragged my ass to his jail.
That meant the only choice I could’ve made differently was to leave the moment he sat down beside me.
Leaving so quickly would’ve created suspicion, though. And therefore, could’ve led to the exact same scenario that had occurred. If he caught my scent and realized I was his mate, he would’ve followed me wherever I went.
So, there was no point in questioning my life’s decisions. Even if they led to me getting off on a werewolf’s cock while fully dressed, in the passenger seat of his truck, as I drank from him.
Cool.
When you added in the fact that the same truck had been driving me to a prison cell approximately sixteen hours earlier, it only got better.
I ate another fry, a bit more violently.
“In hindsight, a warning about the blood should’ve come much sooner,” Madd finally said, his voice still strained and his body exactly where I’d left it.
