"Why do I bite so much?" Nao mutters while healing a wound on my ankle. It tickles for a moment before I see it closing, leaving unscarred caramel skin. I laugh weakly, exhausted and ready to fall asleep, but I keep my eyes open as Nao fixes me.
That sounds weird, 'fixes me', like I'm a robot. What kind of other word can I use? Healing, sure, but I use that word for Jamaica. Jamaica, he hasn't woken up yet? I'm pretty sure we've caused a racket.
Not that I would know, there are a number of holes in my memory. Thank goodness.
Nao moves up my leg and sucks the inside of my thigh, where a large bite mark lays. I close my eyes tight, embarrassed.
I wait until I feel the usual tickles to open my mouth. "It's because you're a kinky hoe," I whisper, laughing. I flinch when something sharp attacks my thigh, knowing that he's bitten me. "Why are you biting me? You're supposed to do the opposite!"
"Shut up..." he murmurs, continuing along my body. I raise my head a little to see his black patch of hair near my stomach and drop it when the tickles come again. I giggle, squirming as he works around my stomach. Nao grips my side, warning me to stop.
I hold my mouth and stiffen my body, quietly going crazy as he heals the countless of scratches he's put on me. The bruises are left alone, since there's not much he can do about those.
I relax again when he goes higher, closing my eyes when he licks a spot on my collar bone. A long, slow lick that has me holding my breath and bracing myself. When the tickles commence I breathe out again.
I suck my lips into my mouth and push my head to the side when he nudges it, staying as still as possible to not annoy him. He latches onto my neck, his favorite place to bite me when his eyes go red. And because the wounds around my neck are usually a lot more and scattered around, Nao takes his time to heal the delicate area.
It drives me crazy.
The soft muscle traces the skin of my neck, sucking and nipping here and there, healing me as tickles consume me. It's no wonder that that's the area where werewolves get themselves marked.
He nudges me again and I let my head fall back, showing my throat to him. What great amount of trust I have, to willingly show someone my neck, what could easily be ripped out if he so wants it.
Much like a submissive.
The thought calms and angers me.
The first warning comes when my toes curl, gripping onto the bed sheet as I try to maintain my sanity. Nope, nope, nope, you are not supposed to be feeling this way when you're not in Heat.
Or maybe it hasn't completely disappeared yet. Yeah...
Stop lying to yourself, Logical remarks, breaking down my walls.
I arch my back and hold down a whimper when he licks the area that connect my neck to my head, letting it trail there and work his way up to the edge off my chin. I push my head further back. I don't know why, to get away from him or to give him more access?
The tickles that follow just make it worse and I gulp. Breathe out... calm down, it's only going to take another minute. When he works his way to the other side of my neck and sucks the area between my ear and neck, I fucking lose it.
A whimper escapes my throat and I push my body against his. I want to smack myself against the face and stuff my mouth with rocks, or sand, or whatever gets me to shut the fuck up.
I stop breathing, that's the only way to make the stupid noises stop leaving my throat. But what comes out next is a gurgled version of a- I don't even want to say it.
YOU ARE READING
Run Away With Me
Werewolf"Fishy kisses are better than kisses," I say, the words coming out of nowhere, "and like that, two people together are better than marriage." "What are you talking about?" "Nothing really," I sigh, hunching over myself more to trap the warmth, "it'...
