Free Sarazen's Vengeance: Book 1.1 by Isabel Wroth Page B

will take you back to medical immediately.”
    She gave a growl. Kicking back with her little foot to catch him in the shin.
    “You know that’s not what I mean. If I can smell how much you want me, I know you can smell me too.”
    He could. Beast’s Teeth, could he smell her.
    “Andi, it is undeniable, the depth of my desire for you. Even if it were not permitted until the festival, I cannot in good conscience give you what your beast is demanding of me. Not one day past, you were terrified by the very idea of bearing my touch in any way remotely hinting at intimacy. You have just now become comfortable allowing me to hold you. Sharing your kisses with me. I would be no better than-”
    Andi rocked up on her toes to reach him. Caught his lips with hers. Wrapped his hair in her little fist to keep him from pulling away. He could taste the tart sweetness of the berry she’d eaten on her tongue. Followed by the tang of blood when her little fangs punched down in proof of her arousal.
    The surprise of it made her draw back with a little sound. Made her touch her fingertips to her mouth. The taste of her blood spurred his beast forward. Head spinning, Ohlen had only enough control to keep himself perfectly still and wait for her to speak. He stood frozen, his hand still curled around her throat, fingertips pressed hard into her belly. He caught not a single scent of fear or uncertainty from her. Watched while she licked the smear of blood from her mouth and sensually touched her tongue to the point of one of her fangs. Testing the shape of it. Speaking with the slightest lisp as her mouth learned to move around them.
    “I can smell the truth in your voice. I feel you, here.” she took his hand from her belly and pressed it between her breasts. Spreading her little hand over the back of his to keep it there.
    “I know you would never hurt me, but I know I could stop you now. If I needed to.”
    “With a word, my one.” he made it a vow. Watched her lips curve up in a little smile.
    “With a word,” she agreed softly, “I believe that. I could stop you if I had to, because of the piece of your beast you gave to me. I feel different. Good different. Stronger. Like you gave me some kind of magic spell to take away my fear.”
     
    Ohlen tried one last time to do the right thing. To be strong for her as she adapted to the power of her beast. Her words made him feel like a god. He was tempted to allow her to think he was responsible. Let her believe he had done this intentionally, or with the foreknowledge that it would make her feel strong.
    “Andi-“
    Her eyes flashed at him. Her strength enough to catch him by surprise. She pushed back using a maneuver he had purposefully downloaded into her mind. Kicked his legs out from beneath him and send him crashing to the floor. Gracefully, agilely, with perfect execution to get him on his back so she could straddle his chest. So she could curl her fingers around his throat.
    “Careful,” he warned. Taking hold of her wrist just in case her beast released her claws. Grinning up at her with pride.
    “If you don’t want me, say so.” she snapped.
    “You know that is not why I-“
    She leaned down until they were nose to nose. Until he could see her beast, pacing restlessly behind her eyes.
    “I burn. I need. I need you. I’m not afraid.”
     
    This was his test.
    Not the Breeding Festival.
    Now. This.
    Andi’s heat was growing and he could feel it slapping at him. Clawing at his control . His test was to give in to her demands and retain enough control to impress upon her beast that he was her mate. Her match. And keep from hurting her or frightening her at the same time.
    His beast was slavering for this chance. Frothing at the mouth, readying himself for the pounce that would take her down. He had to fight that impulse with every ounce of his being. Fight himself to carefully take her hand from his throat. To kiss the center of her palm and not drag her