Change of Heart

until the razor-sharp claws slipped over my bare skin. I heard his whimper of need, but I knew also that he wasn't going to just sleep; he was going to pass out. And if his body had release, he would slip away even faster. In his werepanther form, he was much more susceptible to his carnal appetite. All I needed to do was tempt it, arouse it and satisfy it.
    Kissing his chin made him purr with contentment, and when I licked down his throat, he leaned his head back so I could reach more. He let me go so I could rise over him and kiss down the side of his neck to his collarbone. I watched his hands claw through the sheets as my mouth closed on his right nipple. I licked and bit before I moved to the other, slowly, sensually, taking my time to make him writhe under me. Moving lower down the flat, cut stomach, I ran my 236
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    tongue through the deep groove in his abdomen as my hand closed on his rock hard shaft. When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed, he was panting, and his body could not remain still under me as I stroked him.
    The whimpers and whines increased as his body arched up off the bed, needing more from me but unable to give voice to the request. When I leaned forward, grazing my tongue over the swollen head of his rock-hard shaft, his cry was hoarse. He tried to buck up into me, bury himself in my throat without success. He wasn't strong enough to move anymore, exhausted beyond reason; he could only writhe beneath me. I swallowed him down, sucking and licking over every inch of his long, thick cock, into the slit, around the crown, down the prominent vein that ran along the side, and back up underneath with teasing pressure and just a ghost of fangs.
    He was so beautiful, head back, eyes closed as he squirmed under me, moaning loudly, his cock like hot, swollen steel in my mouth. He was lost in the exquisite sensations pulsing through his body, and I was the reason for his rapture. It was amazing because he was so strong, so full of heat and power, and yet I was the one he was begging, I was the one making him burn. He relinquished all his control to me.
    "Tell me what you want," I asked, laving his rod, nuzzling his balls, making everything slick and wet and hot.
    All he got out was the word "hard," but I understood. He wanted his dick sucked hard, and it was not a request, but a command from a semel to his mate. I could do nothing but 237
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    fulfill his desire. I swallowed his shaft down my throat, my face buried in his groin. The ragged moan was torn from his chest.
    I knew it felt good, knew I gave a phenomenal blowjob, having been told countless times, and yet it was different with him because he belonged to me. As I deep-throated him, making the suction strong and fast, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat, I felt him swell even larger in my mouth, heard my name roared as he came, and my hair was gripped painfully so I couldn't move, couldn't pull away. I swallowed hard as a small spray of hot semen coated my throat. As dehydrated as he was, it made sense that there wasn't more. He pressed me against him as his body shuddered with his climax.
    I held him in my mouth until he went limp and let go of me. As I leaned back, wiping my mouth, I saw him struggling to hold onto consciousness. As exhausted as he was, when I smiled at him, I saw a shudder ripple through his frame before the light left his eyes. He passed out, returning instantly to human form, a man again, and one that was utterly spent. Rising gently up off the bed, I stood over him, stroking his hair as there was a soft knock on the door.
    "Come in."
    Koren slipped into the room, my clothes in his arms. I took them and thanked him before I darted into the bathroom.
    Standing back over Logan minutes later, I noted the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was sleeping soundly and would be for quite some time. It comforted me to know he was going to be all right.
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    Downstairs, I waited in the alcove beside the stairs for Mikhail.
    "Jin."
    I turned my head and found Peter Church.
    "Jin, your boots are still wet. They won't be dry for hours; why don't you stay until they are?"
    "No." I shook my head, backing toward the door. "I need to go."
    "Why?"
    "I have a lot to think about. I just came to make sure he was okay."
    "The second he wakes up, he'll come for you."
    I scoffed. "The second he wakes up, he has a newly formed tribe