Read NocC 020 - Michele Hauf - Wicked Games 03.75 - Moonspun - Harlequin 2012-08 for Free Online

stood, but did not leave her side.
    She grabbed his wrist and forced him to sit again. “I know the
idea of me biting you turns you on.”
    “Hell yes. Yet at the same time, I’m angry with myself for
giving you that craving in the first place. It’s unnatural for a werewolf. Are
you sure? You…crave blood? Beyond the stuff from that steak?”
    “Maybe it’s the babies?” She nuzzled aside his neck and licked
the vein, setting him to instant readiness for whatever she had in mind. “All I
know is I need it, Creed. I need your blood. Right now.”
    *
    She’d been feeling the mutinous compulsion all morning.
The craving for something dark and sweet that didn’t come nestled in crinkled
tissue cups in a box. Blood. It smelled so strong as she got up from the table
and walked Creed backward against the counter. She hugged her body up against
his, her belly making it difficult to achieve a close snug.
    He slid his hands over her hips and down her derriere. “Are you
sure, mon amour ?”
    “No. Yes. I don’t know. The idea of drinking blood—it freaks me
out.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Creed, come on. You know how hard this is for me.”
    “Then why did you bring it up?”
    “Because. I might need it. For the
kids, you know?”
    She traced the vee of skin revealed between his crisp white
shirt lapels. He wore a black velvet coat, which did things to her control.
They’d survived the full moon last week by having sex—no shifting. But they
hadn’t had sex since due to silly things like her sore back, and she’d been
sleeping at odd hours lately. But she wanted him now in a way that was going to
surprise him, because it really surprised her.
    She leaned in and whispered at his ear, “When was the last time
you bit me?”
    “Seems a while. Before you got pregnant. Do you want me to bite
you? Maybe that’s what you need instead.”
    His mouth slightly open, his fangs descended, and she could
feel her husband’s body grow rigid in anticipation. Drinking blood was the
ultimate for him, and drinking her blood took him to
a place she imagined was like where she went with orgasm, yet beyond, like some
kind of nirvana. And yes, she could admit his fangs turned her on.
    She breathed against his neck, delighting as his skin
goose-bumped at the sensation. He stroked a palm up her thigh, lifting her dress
to expose her derrière. Slipping his fingers under her panties, he cooed,
“Ruffles? Christ, Blu, you make me so hard.”
    “That’s my job.” She wiggled her butt. “Keeping you hot and
hard.” A dash of her tongue stirred up a wanting moan from him. “You wanna
bite?”
    He breathed out heavily. And nodded.
    Stroking a hand over his erection, she licked his neck, then
met his eyes. Sliding a leg up along his thigh, she fitted herself to him, her
belly not so round yet they didn’t make a nice wolf/vamp sandwich. She tapped
his fang, tracing its sleek length, which she knew gave him a similar thrill as
if she were stroking his cock.
    Kissing him, she drew his hand up over her breast and he
squeezed, tweaking her nipple until she moaned and pressed harder against his
touch. Her craving was more a feeling for sustenance, she thought—she’d
hoped—and yet she wanted to do it this way. All sexy and needy. Blood alone felt
wrong, dirty. Blood with sex? Something right about that.
    Pressing a hard kiss along his jaw, she then lightly rubbed her
lips over the stubble there, loving the roughness, the way it abraded her
softness. Raking her fingers through his hair, she dove to his neck and willed
down her canines, pressing them to his skin without breaking through. Dancing
her tongue over his vein, she tasted his heat and his rapid heartbeat.
    Her sexy Frenchman hissed and swore and gripped her ass,
crushing her against his erection and rocking his hips against her body to get
off.
    Without a cautionary thought, she bit into his skin. Creed’s
growl hummed in his chest. It was, and it wasn’t, a sexual noise; she’d