Page 26 of Just One Bite

I stop moving, tearing myself from her scent. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her trust is the most important thing to me. Even if I sense how much she wants me, maybe she isn’t ready. Maybe she doesn’t want me to be the one who gives her everything her body is screaming for. I want it to be me. I hope it’s me.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Good. Let me do something nice for you.” I grin and squeeze her tighter.

“Something nice?”

“Yeah, you helped me. I’ll help you. Then we’ll be even.” I lift my hips into hers so she understands exactly what I want to help with.

“I … I don’t want to have sex.”

“No sex, underwear stays on.” I don’t need her naked to make her come, and that challenge excites me more.

“Okay.” She nods and I wait. “Yes.”

Once she utters that word, I’m sucking at the skin on her collarbone. She’s given so much, and the urge to fill her is excruciating. With the rolling of my hips, I rub against her, placing my hardness between her legs, and she breathes in relief.

She’s letting me lead. Trusting me to keep that promise. My hands move up her bare thighs and under her skirt till I’ve got both on her ass and I’m rocking into her.

“We probably shouldn’t do this,” she says right before she moans, and it’s so satisfyingly loud.

Olivia wants some guarantee this isn’t going to change everything. I’m not sure if it will, but nothing will change that she can trust me. That I’ll protect her and her body. That I’ll never hurt her.

“Let me make you feel good.”

I’m rolling her into me, and her arousal grows thicker.

My skin itches like shifting is on the edge.

I take a deep breath to calm myself, but the pressure of her is already making the urge to bite her louder.

I think of stripping her. Filling her. Biting her as I take her from behind.

My fantasies only make me squeeze her tighter to me so she can use me just like she wants.

“Y-you can’t tell anyone.” Her voice is shaky.

“We’re supposed to be dating, remember?”

I grind into her again. She’s close. The sweet scent of her orgasm grows, and I’ll do anything to drag it from her. Our bodies meld together in the sheets. She’s panting. Softly pleading under her breath …

Then her scent shifts. Fear.

Her grip on me loosens, and she pulls away.

I stop, cupping her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

There’s something she doesn’t want to say. I wonder if I’ve scared her somehow. Maybe I squeezed her too tight. Maybe she’s dizzy from blood loss.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, our faces still close. There’s that little dent in her forehead again.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Everything.” She places a hand on my chest. “This was a bad idea last time I did this. I don’t want to repeat my mistakes.”

She looks away when she’s sad. She did it when talking about her mom. Then again when she mentioned her dad. Whatever she’s referencing must have hurt, because she’s staring at the lint on my shirt and running her finger over it.

“I’ll never hurt you.” I rub the back of her head. Maybe this is too much. We’re crossing a line, and she’s not ready yet, and that’s okay. “Let’s stop. We don’t have to do anything.”

The air between us calms, and what’s left is my hand in her hair and my thumb on her cheek. I can stay like this all day. Holding her while her breathing calms, staring into her eyes.

“You always say that.”

“Say what?”

“You say ‘I won’t hurt you.’ The first time you said it I thought it was just a throw-away thing. Something all men say. But you say it like a mantra. You repeat it on purpose.”

I grit my teeth. She would notice that .

“It’s one of those really shitty childhood things.

I … uh … once, I lost control as a kid. It’s common for Were children.

I hurt someone I really care about.” I contemplate telling her, I don’t usually tell this story.

“My mom. I felt so guilty and then I didn’t want to shift anymore.

I was scared I’d just lose control and hurt everyone.

She taught me to say those words and learn to mean them.

It’s a reflex. I don’t say it unless I mean it. ”

That memory haunts me even now. My mom’s bloody arm. My dad yelling and threatening me. He never forgave me for that. He says he did, but he still loves to bring it up when he has a little too much to drink. That was the first day I’d seen the face he greets me with now every time we get together.

A moment passes between Olivia and me. I keep rubbing the back of her head because her heart rate is now a calm pulsing beat, and she stays with her cheek pressed to my palm.

I won’t rush her. Her lashes flutter, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip.

We share a brief, low breath, and I move away and—

She kisses me.

One peck, then her tongue enters my mouth.

I draw back an inch, then deepen the kiss, guiding her with my hand on the back of her head.

Oh, fuck .

There’s no hesitancy in the way she’s moving on me. She wants me.

Blood rushes through me. I lick her teeth and bite at her jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper before I pin her underneath me. An easy motion. She looks like a dream with her skirt hitched and her legs flush. My whole body is itchy again.

I cover her lips with another kiss. It’s smoldering and hungry. I need her to have less clothes. She doesn’t protest when I strip off her sweater, and she shivers when I run my fingers down her stomach and breathe in the sweet scent of her arousal.

Her scent is so loud. Like she’s begging me. Screaming. Can a scent say things?

I hear the words in my head like she’s saying them. Parker, please touch me.

I lift her skirt. The less between us, the better. When I press into her again, she stops me.

“I need more … Will you?”

I know what she means somehow.

“Yeah.” Then my pants are off .

In the shuffle, I see the underwear she’s chosen. A black lacy thong. I hook my finger around them at her hip bone. “Did you wear these thinking of me?”

I know it like I watched her pick them out at her dresser. I’m moving around where she wants me to touch, and her hips buck.

“Yes . ”

I groan, grazing her stomach with my nose. I knew it.

“Parker.” Her voice cuts me. It’s pleading. Demanding.

I keep my grip on her underwear and slip them lower. She writhes against me, my lips just inches below her belly button. Her legs are shaking, and I suck on her hip bone.

“You wanted me to touch you like this.”

“Yes.”

I can’t get enough of her. Wishing. Clawing.

She offers, so I do too. “I wanted to touch you too. So bad, Olivia.”

I stare into her eyes and place myself between her thighs so she can feel me throbbing for her. “Do you want to come?”

She nods. And I kiss her forehead. “Hold on to me.”

We’re so close. And even with thin layers between us, she’s warm. So warm. And I’m hard. She shudders when I grind into her. It’s good for me too, but I don’t think of myself. I adjust till I get her rhythm.

“Oh, Parker. Please.”

Pleading on her lips is enough. It’s all I want.

“I’m here.”

She’s moving on her own. Using me. That’s good. Feel it out, baby.

“Good, just like that.”

Her fingers dig into my shoulder, but she keeps a steady pace. She’s close. So close.

“I … I’m going to …”

“That’s it. Ride me, Olivia.”

I kiss her as the orgasm rolls through her, then she collapses in my arms.