Page 93 of Storm of Shadows

“You wanna tell me exactly how she got drunk?” I growl.

“No,” the boy says.

I can’t help laughing at that. “Fair enough.” I reach out my hand and take ahold of her elbow. “Come on then, in you come.” I drag her towards me and the friend releases her arm.

He hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and opening and closing his mouth.

“You got something to say?” I ask him.

“She doesn’t want to be here. She doesn’t want this.”

I have to admire the dude’s bravery even if it is idiotic.

“Yeah, she did mention that once or twice.”

I pull her through the doorway and slam the door in his face.

I drag her further into the hallway and under the light.

“Shit,” I mumble. “You really are fucked.”

She squints at me, pupils widening and narrowing before widening again. Her brow descends over her eyes.

“You!”

To my absolute fucking delight, she swings her hand backwards and then slaps me full force across my cheek.

Shit, there’s some force to that. I think I even taste the faintest trace of blood in my mouth. She really is wasted.

“Yes, darling,” I say with a wide grin because, fuck me, the little brat likes to play. “Me.”

“You’re a sick pervert!”

I chuckle, rubbing my stinging cheek. That … wasn’t what I was expecting. With my hand still tight on her elbow I guide her through to the kitchen.

“Come on, let’s get you some water and you can tell me why exactly I am a pervert.”

She attempts to shake me off but my grip is tight, my fingers digging into her flesh. “You know why!”

“Sweetheart,” I grin, “I’m not denying that I am a pervert. Fuck,” I let my gaze skip darkly down her body, lingering on all the places that turn me on the most, “there are lots of perverted things I’d really love to do to you, but you need to be a little more specific here. Help me out.”

Still holding on to her arm, I reach up with my left and take down a clean glass.

“You told everyone in history class that–”

“I’m a very open person. I can’t help myself.”

“And you tricked me. I thought you were a wolf.”

“Did you?” I say innocently. “I have a feeling you knew it was me.” I wink at her, something that has the rage boiling even further in her veins – I can feel it. This is hot.

“You … you … you sniffed my crotch!”

“Yeah,” I say with that grin again. “I did. And, sweetheart, I wasn’t lying, your pussy smells fucking fantastic. All wet and juicy and delicious.” I slam the glass down on the counter and pull her closer, bending down to whisper right in her ear. “I want to lick that pussy of yours out so badly. I wanna taste it. I want to soak my tongue in your cunt and fuck you with it. I want to find your little nub and play with it. Flick it and suck it and make you come right onto my face.”

She stares at me open-mouthed, and I hear the thump of her pulse accelerate. “You really are sick!”

“You think that’s sick?” I whisper, letting my lips brush ever so gently against the shell of her ear. I can smell her just as well in my human form as I can my wolf, can smell that wet scent of hers. So damn good! “I’m willing to bet you’ve never been licked out then, sweetheart, or you’d be jumping up on this counter, spreading open your thighs and begging me to bury my face in your pussy.”