Chapter 130

My head was buzzing and I was coming awake, coming alive. With one loud belch I backed away from the carcass. There wasn't much left—only head, legs, and fur.

The world looked strange as I blinked rapidly. In and out of focus, I could see leaves a mile away. I swayed on my knees.

Paul's golden eyes watched me. He gripped my arm more tenderly than he'd touched me thus far. He used the back of his hand to stroke my face. He sniffed deeply then his tongue came out to roughly lick at my still split and injured skin. His tongue felt good against me as he cleaned me. I didn't move while he did this. He took his time, but when his tongue ran across one of my nipples, I jerked away from him.

I didn't want the Werewolf turned on. Sex with a monster was too much for me.

Ten minutes into his cleaning, I realized that I should be the one licking his wounds because I had anesthetic in my saliva.

Tentatively I leaned into him and touched his arm with the tip of my tongue. I don't want the bea