went instantly hard. His fangs lengthened, more from anticipation than hunger.
Cora continued sputtering, her cheeks flaming. “I-I…need to…” She let out a frustrated sound and buried her face back in the pillow.
“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “It’s my blood that’s affecting you now. It should pass in a few hours.”
She smashed the pillow into her face with her palm and exhaled a protesting scream. Then she flung the pillow away. “A few hours? I can’t stand this a second longer. I ne…uh…need your help. Need you to make it stop.”
He shook his head, pity burrowing into his gut.
“Please.” She squirmed uncomfortably under the covers.
“I won’t do that. You wouldn’t be happy about it in the morning.”
Her lip quivered. “Please, Mason. I’m going to go insane.”
Generally, Mace thought of himself as a vigilant, uncompromising individual, but he had never wanted to fold so quickly.
“Cora,” he warned. “Think on this. You know you don’t want me touching you.”
She started to respond, but he tuned her out. He had to put some distance between him and the sweet scent of her arousal. The bathroom wasn’t far enough, but he wouldn’t risk leaving her alone in this state.
He ran the tap and splashed cool water on his face. When he reached for a towel, he found, instead, a soft bit of cloth. He fingered the material and let out a guttural sound. Christ, she was out there in bed, no panties, and begging for his cock. Even if he didn’t have a special attraction to her, any man would be hard-pressed to resist.
Her moaning pleas assaulted him mercilessly from the other room. She sounded both tormented and salacious—the sweetest sound that had ever graced his ears. He braced his palms on the counter and lowered his head, cursing. Who was he kidding? He wouldn’t be able to deny her for another minute, let alone a few hours.
He reentered the room a defeated man, but Cora’s pleas continued uninterrupted. Unshed tears sparkled in her eyes. It broke his heart.
“Mason, please,” she implored, looking miserable.
“ Coraline.” He paused at the edge of the bed. “I don’t want you to hate me for this in the morning.”
“I won’t hate you. I won’t even be mad. I promise. Please…I’ve never felt like this before. It’s too much.” She shoved the blankest away and ripped the shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground.
Normally she was a little shy and reserved. He always liked that about her. Now she was completely lost to lust, and fuck if he didn’t like that too.
Selfishly, he feasted on the vision of her lush curves, while at the same time feeling like a deviant. She crawled toward him, stopping with her knees on the edge of the bed, her hands urgently roaming his chest and shoulders.
This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the kind, bashful female he had come to know over the last few months. He realized in this moment, he would take her in any form.
But only with her full, rational consent.
She reached for his fly and had his zipper down before his body caught up with his resolve. He stayed her hand. She responded with a tiny sound that bordered on a sob, her beautiful eyes pained.
“I won’t be having sex with you tonight, Coraline. But,” he added swiftly, before she completely lost her shit, “there are other options. Ones that you might approve of later, when you’re in your right mind.”
“Like?” she urged.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. He brought his hand up to rest his palm on her cheek while his thumb caressed her bottom lip. Unabashedly, she sucked his thumb into her mouth.
The little witch nearly broke him then and there.
With his free hand, he clutched the hair at her nape, and slowly extracted his thumb. Cora froze. Somewhere deep beneath the predominant lust, there was fear behind her eyes. His extended fangs probably didn’t help that.
However, he didn’t loosen his hold. “I want it noted that I could have had you
Cora continued sputtering, her cheeks flaming. “I-I…need to…” She let out a frustrated sound and buried her face back in the pillow.
“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “It’s my blood that’s affecting you now. It should pass in a few hours.”
She smashed the pillow into her face with her palm and exhaled a protesting scream. Then she flung the pillow away. “A few hours? I can’t stand this a second longer. I ne…uh…need your help. Need you to make it stop.”
He shook his head, pity burrowing into his gut.
“Please.” She squirmed uncomfortably under the covers.
“I won’t do that. You wouldn’t be happy about it in the morning.”
Her lip quivered. “Please, Mason. I’m going to go insane.”
Generally, Mace thought of himself as a vigilant, uncompromising individual, but he had never wanted to fold so quickly.
“Cora,” he warned. “Think on this. You know you don’t want me touching you.”
She started to respond, but he tuned her out. He had to put some distance between him and the sweet scent of her arousal. The bathroom wasn’t far enough, but he wouldn’t risk leaving her alone in this state.
He ran the tap and splashed cool water on his face. When he reached for a towel, he found, instead, a soft bit of cloth. He fingered the material and let out a guttural sound. Christ, she was out there in bed, no panties, and begging for his cock. Even if he didn’t have a special attraction to her, any man would be hard-pressed to resist.
Her moaning pleas assaulted him mercilessly from the other room. She sounded both tormented and salacious—the sweetest sound that had ever graced his ears. He braced his palms on the counter and lowered his head, cursing. Who was he kidding? He wouldn’t be able to deny her for another minute, let alone a few hours.
He reentered the room a defeated man, but Cora’s pleas continued uninterrupted. Unshed tears sparkled in her eyes. It broke his heart.
“Mason, please,” she implored, looking miserable.
“ Coraline.” He paused at the edge of the bed. “I don’t want you to hate me for this in the morning.”
“I won’t hate you. I won’t even be mad. I promise. Please…I’ve never felt like this before. It’s too much.” She shoved the blankest away and ripped the shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground.
Normally she was a little shy and reserved. He always liked that about her. Now she was completely lost to lust, and fuck if he didn’t like that too.
Selfishly, he feasted on the vision of her lush curves, while at the same time feeling like a deviant. She crawled toward him, stopping with her knees on the edge of the bed, her hands urgently roaming his chest and shoulders.
This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the kind, bashful female he had come to know over the last few months. He realized in this moment, he would take her in any form.
But only with her full, rational consent.
She reached for his fly and had his zipper down before his body caught up with his resolve. He stayed her hand. She responded with a tiny sound that bordered on a sob, her beautiful eyes pained.
“I won’t be having sex with you tonight, Coraline. But,” he added swiftly, before she completely lost her shit, “there are other options. Ones that you might approve of later, when you’re in your right mind.”
“Like?” she urged.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. He brought his hand up to rest his palm on her cheek while his thumb caressed her bottom lip. Unabashedly, she sucked his thumb into her mouth.
The little witch nearly broke him then and there.
With his free hand, he clutched the hair at her nape, and slowly extracted his thumb. Cora froze. Somewhere deep beneath the predominant lust, there was fear behind her eyes. His extended fangs probably didn’t help that.
However, he didn’t loosen his hold. “I want it noted that I could have had you
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