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  “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured hoarsely. “You can move. Or I can, if you want me to.”

  “Please,” I whispered, wiggling shamelessly against him, feeling his fingers thrust into me in response. “Please, Victor, yes. I need…I need to come. Please, I’m so close.”

  “That’s right, baby,” he growled as he began to pump slowly in and out of me, his thick fingers sliding gently into my open pussy. “That’s right, let it go. Let it go and come for me.” At the same time his fingers were penetrating me to the hilt, I felt the broad pad of his thumb sliding gently but insistently over the aching bud of my clit. Pleasure built inside me, a tight knot of heat in my belly, a glowing coal that threatened to burst into flames and burn me to ashes. And that was exactly what I wanted.

  His touch, I thought deliriously. His hands on me. His essence in me. Marking me, making me his. Oh yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes…

  And then suddenly, I was sliding over the edge, losing myself in the sweet, deep joy of giving myself freely to a man who wanted nothing but my pleasure.

  “Victor!” I gasped, my hips working shamelessly against his hand. My inner muscles clenched around his fingers, the orgasm rushing through me like wildfire. Then it changed somehow, went from heated to cooling in a single instant. I felt it rippling over my skin like deep waves in a pond, quenching the fire that burned me—at least for now. “Victor, oh God, please…”

  “So fucking beautiful…” he growled, his eyes flashing wolf gold. “Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”

  “Oh!” I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but it didn’t help. I couldn’t seem to stop moaning, couldn’t seem to help the way my hips were bucking as I rode his fingers, the way I was working against him, my hands clenched on his broad shoulders as I finally let myself go and came.

  Chapter Twelve—Victor

  I had never seen anything or anyone so beautiful in my entire life as Taylor when she finally let loose with me and let herself go. She had a wild look in her eyes, a heat I had never seen there before and didn’t know if I would ever see again. It wasn’t a wolf’s heat—not entirely. It had some of her in it too—some human, some vampire. It was as though she’d become a mixture—the best parts of all three.

  What’s happening to her? I wondered. What is being with me doing to her?

  And then she gasped my name again, crying out her pleasure as her hot, sweet pussy squeezed my fingers and I forgot anything but how beautiful she was. How much I wanted her.

  When she finally finished and went limp against me, panting, my cock was rock hard and aching for her. I wanted to pull her closer and enter her—and not with my fingers this time. I felt the wolf moving in the back of my brain, panting and eager, demanding that we claim our mate, that we mark her and make her ours beyond the shadow of a doubt.

  With some difficulty, I pushed the desire back. This was about Taylor, about helping her handle the weird heat that had come on her because she was bonded to me. Not about any need of mine. The brand burning on my lower back begged to differ but I pushed it away, tried to ignore it. Not now, I thought savagely. Not…now.

  “Oh…” Taylor moaned softly, shifting against me so that I could feel the points of her nipples pressing against my bare chest. “Oh, Victor…that was…that was amazing.”

  “You feel better now, baby?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from sinking down to the wolf’s growl and not entirely succeeding.

  “So much better.” She sat back a little and gave me a dreamy, satisfied smile.

  “Good.” I suddenly realized my fingers were still deep inside her, filling her soft little cunt—God, she was tight. “Um…” I looked down uncertainly.

  “Oh.” Taylor looked down as well and blushed. I had to admit it was a hot sight, her spread out mostly naked on my lap with her pussy open and penetrated like that.

  “Well, now that you’re finished…” I said and withdrew as smoothly as I could.

  Taylor gave a little cry and I looked at her worriedly.

  “Did I hurt you, baby?”

  “No,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I just…I guess I feel so empty now.” Then she blushed, her cheeks going scarlet as though realizing what she’d said. “I mean…”

  “It’s okay,” I told her. “You don’t have to explain.” I slipped my fingers into my mouth and sucked her honey off one last time. It was warm and sweet and delicious. God, I wanted her.

  She watched me do it, her eyes wide.

  “You…you really do like that? Um, the way I…?”

  “The way you taste?” I finished for her, my voice dropping to a growl again. “Hell yes, baby. You taste amazing. Sweet and salty and hot…I could taste you all night.” I didn’t mean off my fingers either and I could tell Taylor knew it.

  Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. “Is that a were thing too? Wanting to…you know.”

  “Lick pussy?” I said directly. She blushed but didn’t seem too upset.

  “Yes, I guess.”

  “It is a were thing,” I acknowledged, licking the last little bit of her juices from my fingers. “We like to taste our mates—it helps keep the connection strong.”

  “Oh.” She let the t-shirt drop and got off my lap. “I’m, uh, sorry I can’t…couldn’t…”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I said quickly. “This—what we just did—I fucking loved it. But the main thing is, did it help? Do you feel like we backed the heat off?”

  “I think so.” But she didn’t sound entirely certain. “I mean, I don’t feel like I’m burning up with need anymore. But…”

  “But?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

  Taylor nibbled her lush lower lip, making me want to kiss her again.

  “Nothing,” she said at last. “It’s nothing. I’m sure.”

  I frowned. “Well, all right. But if you need help again…”

  She sighed and looked down at her hands. “It’s the same as when I need blood, isn’t it? I have to come to you. Have to beg for help.”

  “Taylor…” I brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “Baby, please don’t feel like that,” I said hoarsely. “I love feeding you, love helping you. I promise you, I don’t mind.”

  “Maybe I mind,” she whispered. “Mind being so dependant…so needy.”

  “So beautiful,” I corrected. “So sweet. So hot.” I took her hand in mine and pressed her soft little palm to my scratchy cheek. “I…don’t…mind,” I emphasized again, looking into her eyes. “The only thing I’d be upset about is if you didn’t come to me when you needed me. Okay?”

  She looked at me uncertainly but at last my words seemed to penetrate. Slowly, she nodded.

  “All right. Thank you, Victor. I know I’ve been nothing but a pain to you ever since I came here.”

  “Not true,” I said, kissing her palm. “You’ve helped me and healed me. Fed me more bacon than any one man—or wolf—ought to eat in one sitting…”

  “Victor…” She laughed at that and I was glad to see the smile on her face. “Come on, it was only three packs.”

  “But now I got nothing to make BLTs with,” I complained.

  “So that’s what the lettuce and tomato in the fridge are for,” she said. “I thought maybe they were for salad.”

  “Salad? No fucking way.” I grinned at her. “I’m a wolf, baby—I can’t live on bunny food.”

  “How about a steak then?” She looked at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s almost dinnertime and I thought I saw one in there. Let me make you something to eat.”

  “The only thing I want to eat right now…” I started and saw her creamy cheeks flush red.

  “Victor…”

  “Is a big juicy medium rare steak,” I finished.

  Taylor slapped me on the chest. “Now stop that—you’re making me embarrassed.”

  “What?” I spread my hands innocently. “I was just saying how hungry I am. So yes, I’d love a steak. Uh, do you know ho