12 Chapter 12

The taste of him exploded on Aden’s tongue. This was what spurred him on, each and every time he got his mouth on Darren. The salty tang of his body, the heat of his skin, it made him yearn to give more than the little love bites he often left on Darren’s flesh while they fucked. More than once, he’d had to restrain himself from sinking heavy wolf fangs past the fragile skin, to know once and for all just what a human descended from a werewolf might taste like, but there was no way Darren was ready for that, if he ever would be. It was a wonder he’d managed to overcome all his training simply to live with a werewolf. Aden wouldn’t push for more until he knew he wouldn’t break the man.