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  “Thank you.” Lathe sighed. “Now look…here is where I’m going to bite you.”

  He drew an X with his fingertip, just at the crease where her torso met her right leg. “I’ll need you to spread even wider to let me in. Can you?”

  In answer, Ari opened her thighs even wider. This was embarrassing because she could feel her pussy lips parting with the movement, opening like a flower under the white lace panties Liv had given her to wear with the red dress. Could Lathe see her pussy parting for him as she opened her legs? The panties were fairly sheer.

  I should be all right as long as I don’t start getting wet, Ari told herself uncomfortably. If these panties get soaked he’s going to see everything.

  Well hopefully that wouldn’t happen. After all, Lathe had promised to make this quick, she reminded herself as he bent to nuzzle at her inner thigh. He opened his mouth and she thought he was about to get started. But instead of biting, he flattened his tongue and licked from the bottom all the way up to the top of her thigh.

  “Hey!” Ari protested, jumping a little and feeling her heart skitter in her chest. “I thought you were just going to bite.”

  “I am.” Lathe looked up at her, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “But I must prepare the site first. What I am doing is drawing the blood vessel I need to pierce to the surface. It’s much easier that way.”

  It didn’t feel easier to Ari and she thought uncomfortably that she could feel herself starting to get wet. But hopefully he would hurry up and just get it over with.

  But rather than rush the experience, Lathe seemed determined to take his time and lick and suck every inch of her inner thigh.

  “Lathe,” she whispered at last. “When are you going to—”

  At that moment, he bit—all four points of his fangs sinking into the tender flesh of her inner thigh at once.

  At once Ari felt the pleasure overtaking her…overwhelming her…rolling her over like an unexpectedly huge wave at the beach.

  “Oh!” Unable to stop herself, she grasped for him, her fingers finding his thick, dark hair. Her back arched and a moan that sounded suspiciously like his name left her lips. There was a warm tingling that ran from her pussy, all the way up to her neck and Ari writhed under him, overcome with desire.

  It seemed to go on and on but at last, Lathe sat back, panting. His eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as they traveled from the spot between her thighs…up to her flushed face…and back down again.

  “Oh!” Ari whispered, slumping back against the sofa. She felt like she’d been in the process of getting electrocuted by pleasure and someone had just cut the current. “That was…amazing. It felt so good.”

  “I’m glad my bite gives you pleasure, but I’d like to see if it worked,” Lathe murmured. Rising, he bent to examine the wounded side of Ari’s neck again, lifting the bandages to have a look.

  What he saw made him purse his lips and shake his head.

  “Let me guess,” Ari said with a sinking heart. “It didn’t work.”

  “Not completely, no. But I believe it is starting to work,” Lathe said. “The webwork of corruption is definitely shrinking. I think if I bit you again, injected more of my essence…”

  “All right.” Ashamed of her own eagerness but unable to help herself, Ari spread her thighs for him a second time, welcoming him in. But when she looked down at herself she almost shut them again.

  Oh my Goddess—look how wet I’m getting!

  It was true—the white lace panties were now thoroughly soaked with her juices. The sheer material had turned transparent and was clinging to her swollen pussy lips. Ari could even see the little pink pearl of her clit poking out between them, as though begging for attention.

  She started to close her legs but Lathe stopped her, his hands on her thighs.

  “What’s wrong, Ari? I thought you wanted me to bite you again.”

  “I do but it’s just…” She shifted in embarrassment. “I can’t seem to help uh, reacting when you bite me.”

  “Reacting?” He looked down at her see-through panties and understanding dawned on his face. “Oh, reacting,” he murmured. “Gods, yes—I see what you mean. Always so wet, my numalla.”

  “I…I’m probably ruining the nice panties Liv gave me to wear,” Ari whispered, her cheeks feeling flushed with a strange mixture of shame and desire. She liked the hot note she heard in Lathe’s deep voice and the way he was looking at her made her heart feel like it was beating right between her thighs.

  “If that bothers you, you can always take them off,” he offered in a soft growl. “Would you like to do that, Ari? Do you want to take off your panties before I bite you again?”

  Goddess, that deep, warm tone he was using and the half-lidded look of lust in his turquoise eyes made her feel so hot she could barely breathe. Not to mention that his bonding scent had come out to play. The warm, rich, masculine fragrance coming from him seemed to do things to her insides, making her feel molten from the waist down.

  “If…if you don’t mind,” she whispered. “I mean if it won’t bother you to bite me so close to…”

  “To your sweet, wet pussy?” he growled softly. “No, of course it won’t bother me, little one. Would you like some help to take them off?”

  “Yes, please,” Ari murmured. She lifted her hips and Lathe obligingly reached for the sides of the panties and pulled the soaked lace down her legs, leaving her completely bare.

  “That’s good,” he said softly, spreading her thighs again with his hands and leaning closer. “Goddess, your scent is so sweet! Are you ready for me to bite you again, Ari?”

  Ari nodded. “Yes, please. I…I want you to.”

  Feeling almost drugged with lust, she allowed him to spread her wide again. But she couldn’t help the moan of desire that came from her throat when she felt his rough whiskers brush against her sensitive pussy as he pressed his face to her inner thigh.

  “Relax now sweetheart and let yourself come when I bite you,” Lathe instructed. “That will speed up your heart rate and carry my essence to where it needs to go.”

  “Yes, Lathe,” she moaned but the words were barely out of her mouth before he bit her again.

  As the four sharp points of his fangs sank into her flesh a second time, Ari cried out and bucked her hips in pleasure. Lathe had instructed her to let herself come but it was like telling her to let herself breathe. There was no way to stop it—like a wave at the ocean it rolled her over and she went with it helplessly, swept out like a bit of driftwood in the tide.

  She felt the tingling in her neck again but the rest of her body was so alive with pleasurable sensations she could barely notice it.

  “Lathe!” she moaned. “Oh Goddess, yes—that feels so good…so good!”

  He didn’t let up again until she’d come three or four times, her pussy clenching helplessly even though he wasn’t even touching her there.

  Goddess, so good but I feel so empty, Ari couldn’t help thinking. Need something…something inside me. Something deep and hard…

  But Lathe was still being careful not to touch her intimately, except for the side of his face which was rubbing against her as he bit her inner thigh. The rough whiskers felt good—almost too good to her over-stimulated pussy. She moaned and edged away from him a little just as he finished and sat up.

  “How do you feel, little one?” he murmured, looking up at Ari. “Did you feel the healing that time?”

  “Some,” she whispered. “The pleasure when you bit me was so intense it was hard to concentrate. “I felt so…” she looked down at herself and bit back a gasp. Her pussy was more wet and swollen than she had ever seen it—her outer lips coated and shiny with her juices which were beginning to spill out over the brown leather couch cushion. “Goddess! Now I’m going to ruin your couch!” she exclaimed.

  “You won’t ruin it,” Lathe promised her. “But…if it bothers you I can help clean you up. As I did our last night at BleakHall,” he added. “When I