Page 34 of Just One Bite

“Well, maybe … all the other lone wolves thought that too. Maybe they’re still waiting for their Alpha. For you.”

I can only manage a half smile. “I’m not sure I’ve got what it takes.”

“You’re a good leader. People look up to you. I’ve seen it … really, you’re the kindest, most generous man I’ve ever met.”

My chest warms with her compliment. It’s so nice I don’t even ruin it with a joke.

“Come on.” I lead her into the crowd, where there are other Weres with their girlfriends and mates. It’s almost time for me to meet Ryker on the ice, but I can’t resist one dance.

Savoring the beat of the music, I tug her closer till her ass is brushing against me. I have to lean down to put my lips next to her neck.

“Comfortable?”

She nods, and I tug on her hips. I love how she lets me.

Now that she’s said the words, my brain won’t let the thought out.

The thought of marking Olivia. Then I can’t stop imaging biting her and how this urge I have for her is never going to stop.

Even if I do mark her and I’m lucky enough she accepts the bond one day, I want to claim my territory with her over and over again.

And that’s just one part of it. I tune into the sweet scent of her blood again, and my mouth waters at the thought of fresh warm blood touching my tongue. I need something. I need her .

The air shifts as Aster and Barrett funnel into the party with their packs, and the room erupts in praise. Those fuckers would plot their way into the only free moment I have with Olivia.

“Parker …”

She must notice my eyes, because I’m itchy and wolfy , as she puts it.

I guide her through the crowd, and we slip into the bathroom. It’s dimly lit, with stone sinks lining the wall of mirrors. Sturdy.

“What are you doing?”

I smile and prop her up on the counter.

“It’s good for our cover,” I say.

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“I think I’m starting to crave blood.” Your blood.

“It wasn’t like that before?”

I shake my head, moving closer till our lips brush. I thought drinking fresh blood would make me feel … detached, but it doesn’t. With her blood pumping in my veins, I’m stronger than ever.

“You want to bite me here?”

I fall to my knees while holding her gaze. Her breath hitches and her eyes widen.

“Maybe.”

I move my hand over the netting on her legs, and her breaths are already faster.

“Parker, the door.”

I reach up her dress and grab the edge of her tights to draw them down around her ankles, and my lips meet the skin of her leg.

“You’re letting me undress you so easily.”

“W-what are you doing?”

“Drinking.” I kiss her upper thigh before sinking my teeth into the warmth of her skin. Her fingers twist in my hair, and I groan as the blood rushes to my tongue.

I can’t drink for long, but it doesn’t matter. A little of her is enough. Even if her whimpers make me feel like stripping her right here.

Footsteps sound outside the door.

Lifting her, I bring her into the stall behind us. Thankfully, the stall door goes all the way to the floor. The heavy bathroom door smacks against the wall and echoes into the ceiling. A group of girls funnel in with laughter .

The stall is big enough to press her to the wall to the left of the toilet. The smell of her arousal is making me insane.

“If you’re quiet, I won’t stop,” I say next to her ear. “Would you like that?”

Her fingers tug at my shirt, and she nods.

I hold a finger to my lips and kneel to the floor.

She stifles a gasp when I disappear underneath the hem of her skirt.

My tongue finds the vein in her leg, then I sink my teeth in.

This is so fucking hot. Her tights are still around her ankles.

She’s turned on, and I love the taste of her skin when I lick her thigh to close her wound.

A soft breathless sound leaves her lips, and I bite lightly at her inner thigh. A silent reminder to be quiet. The girls in the restroom are conversing while they wash their hands. I’m too consumed with the taste of her on my lips to pay attention.

Olivia fists my hair and moves me closer while my fingers find the wetness between her thighs.

Her hips buck as I kiss her leg. Higher and higher.

She’s so desperate for my touch. I could do so many things she’d like.

I tug at her underwear, waiting to see if she protests, but she’s gripping me tighter, moving my head between her thighs.

Of course I’ll do what I’m told. I press my tongue to her center in one long lick to taste her. Wet, sweet, and perfect.

I’ve been a starved man. One taste, then I’m pressing her into the wall. Licking. Sucking. Her legs shake as I dip my tongue inside her.

I have every intention of making her come, but she’s not doing a great job at being quiet. Her breaths are getting louder and louder, and her fingernails are digging into my shoulder. I slow down, pressing my tongue to her clit and savoring the wetness pooling.

When the door closes, I stand to press my hips to hers. There’s something in her eyes. Wild desire and pleading. Oh, baby.

I nuzzle my chin against her hair, taking in the smell of how much she needs me. My fingers meet the wetness between her thighs, and I stifle a groan. It’s just our ragged breaths and the heat of her pressed beneath me. Thankfully, any smells of blood and sex are concealed till we open the stall.

“Is this what you want?” I swipe my fingers through her wetness again.

She nods and buries her head into my chest. My lips caress her forehead. I wish I could capture this and bottle it up. The way she’s panting. She wants me inside her .

The door opens again, and her head falls back, and her eyes widen in desperation.

With one hand, I cover her mouth, and with the other, I push a finger inside her.

Her whimpers are muffled by my hand as I pump inside her, and her fingers wrap around my forearm.

More ? I mouth, and she shakes her head up and down swiftly.

Tears of pleasure gather in her eyes as I strum my fingers inside her.

I can’t stop watching her eyes. Those gold and violet pools drip with tears of pleasure.

The silent pleading for more of me. Her body is calling to me, begging me to please her, and I want to.

I will. Whatever she wants, for however long.

When the door closes again, she keeps her grip on my forearm.

I smile. “You don’t want me to stop?”

With flushed cheeks, she shakes her head. Fuck. I’ve never wanted a girl this badly.

“You smell like you need me all the time, Olivia. It’s like you’re screaming for me.”

My cock is hard as I press into her; and she shudders when I trace her bottom lip with my thumb and open her mouth slightly.

The image of her getting on her knees in front of me is now at the front of my brain, and my entire body tingles.

I wonder if she would or if she wants to please me as much as I want to please her.

I pull my fingers out, and she groans.

“You need me,” I say, licking the skin on her neck.

“Yes,” she breathes.

My fingers slip back inside her one at a time.

“ Parker. Please.”

“Tell me. Say the words, baby.”

“I need you.” Her voice is a whimper.

“You need me … where?”

“Inside me.”

“You want more than my fingers, don’t you?”

She nods, tears of pleasure break free and roll down her cheeks. Her scent is stronger the longer we stay this close. Her heart is frantic, but there’s no hint of fear or worry. This is full trust, and with every glorious stroke inside her, she lets go a little more.

“You’re so beautiful.” I lean in with a groan and breathe hard into her neck before I lick the tear from her cheek. “We’ll get there.”

It’s not a matter of if, it’s when. Her admission should be shocking, but it’s not.

Our bodies are both screaming for the connection. Getting inside her will be a religious experience, and I’m ready, but she’s not, so I can wait.

I remove my fingers.

“W-when?” She swallows.

I raise a brow. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Is this still casual for her? Maybe the bigger question is, could I be casual after that? Watch her give another guy attention without the urge to kill him?

I’ll give her whatever she wants. Even if it guts me after, when she decides it’s over.

I have her now. That has to be enough. But I should ask her. I will … tonight.

“When you ask me to.”