“Ian?” I still had my hands in his hair. I forced myself to relax my grip before I gave him a bald spot, and I let my hands fall to the bed. “You okay?” When he lifted his head, his eyes glowed like stars, yellow shining through the pale blue. “Fine.” It was a little muffled; his fangs were out. Fuck, glad that waited until he was done sucking me off. “Do you need —” “What I need is to fuck you,” he ground out, hoarse and low. “I need to knot you.”
