Her quiet gasp, a sweet sigh of pleasure, lit through him. It sparked his blood with electricity, coarse hair standing on end. Every sensation was intensified, every minor movement snatching his gaze. His heartbeat thumped loudly in his ears, and yet every sound she made seemed magnified and perfect.
Her body responded to his taunting bite, pushing up against him. His skin, made hyper-sensitive by this heated encounter, ignited at every hair she touched like a million needle-pricks. But it was ecstasy, not pain, that was injected into him, and like a craving addict he reached for more. His lips trailed slow kisses down her neck, light and teasing.
The breath of her voice dispersed through his coat at his shoulder, like a sultry smoke; intangible and intoxicating. He didn't care what she said, almost didn't even listen at all, lost in a sensual delirium he was not inclined to leave. She stoked a wild passion in him he didn't even remember having with his mate. He felt a little guilt at that, but it was consumed in his blissful hunger for this seductive stranger. Nothing else seemed to exist in this moment.
With pain-staking care, he trailed down her back as she continued to talk, sweeping his velvet faintly against her spine and disturbing her perfect coat. He watched intently for her responses, letting every sway and sigh fuel him to take more from her. His body ached to possess hers -again, and it took all his control to keep it reined in. She needed this torture. He wouldn't be done til she begged for it.
Anger was dimmed, but it was there. He'd resented his fraying mind snapping so easily at her silent command and bringing forth that darker side of him, the one he wished didn't exist. She'd swept in and taken control of that carefully bridled beast and gave him his head to run. And then she was the one ridden. His honorable heart quaked with disgust that he'd responded so eagerly for a stranger and not a true mate. And it was her fault, this delicious seductress, tempting him with her divinely erotic beauty and fiery challenges.
So, he'd melded that feral monster within him and formed this new one, cruel and passionate and calculating. This would be her punishment, as he'd deliberately feed her, slow and tantalizing, until she became the beast between them; wild and demanding what she wanted, what she needed from him. Let her see how it feels to be taken over by something uncontrollable and dangerous.
Her latter question gradually filtered through a dense fog of carnal haze, once again inquiring his name. His mind hesitated and cleared just a little, but he maintained his treatments with a lover's touch, inching further down her spine. He lipped sweetly at her luscious hip, the edges of his teeth just barely scraping against her skin. With aggravating leisure he was making his way closer and closer to the wonderful place his body knew hers most intimately.
He paused his progress with a lazy caress, his lips to the top of her rump. Why do you want my name, little one, he asked blandly, his amber eyes clear as he watched her from his delicate position, so near what they both desired. I am no one to you, you are no one to me. A name would not change that.
Actually, it would, for him, which is why he held it so tightly from her, a last lifeline to reality. Without hearing his name on her voice, he might still be able to put these disgracing actions behind him. What they did together was meant for a real couple, a loving match of faithful partners; not a tryst of complete strangers. It was not at all honorable, and he didn't want to face the self-disgust after he left her side one last time. Giving his name would make this far too real, and he'd much rather keep it a deliriously enticing dream.