Page 31 of Fangs for the Memories (Budapest Bites #1)

I probably shouldn’t have returned in my current state. It would have only taken an hour or so before I was in a better condition, but I needed to be sure the vampires hadn’t got to her.

Although, having a building collapsed on you is a bit inconvenient, even if you are a werewolf. Plus nearly having to chew my arm off to get out of there and to Grace wasn’t on my list of things to do today.

The whisky warms my stomach and gives me a little anesthetic effect.

Having to use what strength I had left to get from the building back to my apartment at a speed fast enough humans wouldn’t notice half killed me.

But here, with Grace, in my bed, I’m beginning to feel the effects of healing… and the alcohol.

My cock, unaffected by any injuries, is happy enough to be this close to Grace again, and it’s certainly not in any way shy about my lack of clothing.

Grace’s eyes widen as she attempts not to look.

“Are you not interested in my promise to mate you and breed you?” I rasp.

“You…you were at death’s door five minutes ago. This is hardly the time.” Grace clenches her jaw.

I take her hand.

“There’s always time for mating, kedves. Always. And a mating after a battle is even sweeter.”

She shakes her head.

I gaze at her for a few seconds. In the dim light of the bedroom, she has an ethereal quality which is quite, quite stunning.

“Look.” I peel back the makeshift bandages, used to stem the flow of blood more than anything. They reveal my quickly knitting injuries.

Grace gasps and her face goes a shade whiter.

I catch her easily.

“I’m sorry,” I croon. “It’s not always the easiest of things to see.”

“It shouldn’t be possible,” she murmurs.

“Werewolf genes. We tear each other apart on a regular basis. Healing quick is our way of saying fuck you to our rivals.”

Grace reaches out, her finger tracing over my newly formed skin. It sends a shiver through me.

“I’d prefer you to touch me elsewhere, kedves,” I murmur.

Her eyes flicker to my cock, erect and ready.

“But…”

I capture her chin with my thumb and forefinger.

“I want you, Grace. I want to mate you here, and now, in the bed soaked with my blood because I shed it for you. Fate has thrown us together, and I need to sheath myself in your heat, fill your womb, pleasure you until you cannot even remember your name and you are hoarse with screaming mine.”

The scent of her arousal is enough to finish my healing for good, and more than enough to make my cock throb.

But my little morsel needs more coaxing, so much more, and I have the utmost desire to please her.

“Ferenc…” she whispers as I slide my hand over her dress, lifting the fabric with my claws.

“Did you do as I ordered, kicsci mate?” My chest heaves as I find her pussy entirely bare for me.

Her body twitches as I cup her, sliding a finger between her hot folds and then burying it in her heat.

She is so damned wet, I feel like my cock is going to explode just by touching her. A pant leaves my lips.

“You want this, kedves, don’t you? You want to be ravaged by an alpha werewolf.”

Grace’s eyes are half closed, her head tipped back, her body only upright because I have hold of her chin.

“Yes…” she moans. “Yes, I do.”

I push a little deeper, searching for the place all females have and which always tips them over the edge, my thumb rubbing at her clit in slow firm circles. Grace is tight. Sheathing myself in her is going to be a challenge, and certainly if she is to take my knot she will need to be stretched.

She gushes on my hand, and my cock weeps so damn hard I almost think I’ve come as well.

“Pretty little female,” I rumble, “are you going to take my cock?”

“Yes,” Grace moans.

“You know you’re going to need to come again in order to be filled, to be loose enough to take my cock?”