She traces the point of a fang with her fingertip. “Beautiful,” she breathes. The moment stretches. The wolf catalogs her face again and again, recommits her scent to memory, savors the taste of her skin. A wicked grin lights her face. She pushes me down and climbs on top of me. “I’m curious about this mouth,” she says, blinking innocently. “Won’t you indulge me?” I could never deny her anything.
