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ALICE

I might have been doing what he asked, but perhaps I took it too far.

Fenrother’s eyes have gone from sparkling to darkness as he pulls his claws free, one by one, from the table.

His gaze is hungrier than anything I’ve ever seen, his scales rippling in the flickering light of the fire.

His tail is uncustomarily still, and his wings appear to have expanded exponentially.

He breathes audibly.

I may have overdone things.

I didn’t mean to tease him in any way.

He knows nothing, and all I’m doing is riling him up.

Actions have consequences, .

I know, right here and right now, I am going to regret the consequences of my actions.

Or, at least, my head is going to regret them.

My body on the other hand has distinctly other ideas.

With the slow, jerky movements of a hunting cat, Fenrother rounds the end of the table and moves towards me.

I consider running, but he is one enormous predator who will catch me probably before I trip over this stupid dress and go flying.

“The text mentioned something else females like,” he says.

“Other than eating.”

He breaks off a piece of the tart and wolfs it down like he’s a creature starved.

“What?” I’m interested, afraid, and strangely, strangely, I’m…

turned on?

“It’s about putting my mouth on yours.” He flashes me a set of teeth which would not be out of place on a great white shark.

“Females like it.”

“Females like it if it’s done properly,” I counter.

That stops him in his tracks.

“Have you put your mouth on another male before?” Fenrother growls, his eyes glittering with menace.

I contemplate my answer.

I don’t want to be untruthful, even if the number of kisses I’ve had is not numerous.

“Yes,” I say, folding my arms, teasing the beast once again.

“So, I know how.”

A snarl steals through Fenrother’s chest, and for a second, I think he’s going to demand names and addresses.

Instead he throws his shoulders back and glares.

“Show me.”

“That is not how this works, Fenrother,” I say, exasperated.

“I don’t care. Show me how to put my mouth on you,” he demands.

“There were no diagrams in the text.”

He towers over me and my stomach squirms.

“Do you always need diagrams?”

Fenrother puts his face close to mine with a guttural growl.

“Show me.”

Annoyance at this big, brash, handsome idiot swells in my chest.

“You want to be kissed?”

“Yes.” His brow furrows.

“Are you sure you’re not going to think I’m trying to attack you?”

“Yes!” I can see the uncertainty flit through his eyes, and the annoyance becomes anger.

“Fine!” I put my hands either side of his face and pull him into me, my lips landing on his.

Fenrother rears away, but I have hold of him, and the resistance lasts all of a nano-second as I keep my lips on his.

His hand pushes through my hair as he closes his eyes, and I continue with the kiss, slowly parting my mouth, and to my surprise this time, his tongue sweeps my lips, soft, warm, almost like he was made for me with his pillowy lips and the way his eyelashes brush his skin.

Skin which feels so smooth to the touch, not scaly or bumpy.

Fenrother’s tongue gets bolder, and his kiss deepens, one arm around my waist, one in my hair.

He takes over, dominating me as he kisses the breath out of my body.

Until I am released.

“I don’t need diagrams,” Fenrother says, his voice low and sinful.

“I need a mate.”

Actions have consequences… .