I nodded and he gestured for me to go Wolf on him, so I let my instincts take over and ran my tongue across the moon on his wrist, absorbing the taste of him and the slightly metallic flavour of that mark. He grunted like he didn’t know what to make of that, but if he thought that was weird, shit was about to take an even weirder turn. I twisted in his lap, leaning in and sniffing his chest, his neck, then nuzzling the side of his face as I tried to brand him with my scent instead of his own.
angel wings?
