Chapter Seventy-One: Of course

I am not in heat; I cannot blame his scent or my nature as a wolf.

Perhaps it is his hold on me, his unearthing beauty, or my absurd desire to please him.

Yes...that's it.

My desire for him to crave me. It is my yearning for him to want me that keeps me still as his thumb pokes intrusively in my mouth.

Marko’s eyes look unfocused; their silver seems to lose its reflective shimmer as they yield to the newfound darkness clouding them.

His hand adjusts slowly as if praying I halt him, but he does not understand how it thrills me to see him give in to me.

The frown on his face deepens, but his conflicted emotion is coupled with the sliding of his index and middle fingers in my mouth.

I yield willingly, pressing my tongue against the intrusive pair and wrapping my lips around them before wetting them enough to slide my tongue between them easily. His fingers taste clean; then again, a royal never has to open doors.

An encouraging moan escapes me, seemingly sending his constrain out the win