34 Tickle

Eros blue eyes looked a shade darker than normal.

The pupils were completely dilated as he watches me like a predator watching its next meal.

I vaguely remember from somewhere that werewolves, like most predators, crave the sight and taste of blood.

Even when mating, many couples tend to hurt each other and use each other's blood to reach a new orgasmic high.

"I think my wound is okay now," I hurriedly stated as soon as the thought hits me.

Eros lazily licks the area, sharp canines slightly grazing my wound as my limbs jerk at the foreign yet stimulating painful/pleasurable sensation.

More goosebumps freckled my flesh.

"My saliva can heal wounds faster," he explains, stopping his pleasurable ministrations in between words before continuing with un-contained enthusiasm.

His words are completely true.

The substance in werewolf saliva can help wounds stop bleeding, coagulate faster in order to aid in recovery, and remove infectious bacteria.

Most animals tend to lick their wounds for this reason.

But Eros seems to be enjoying my blood too much for my taste. It's like some sort of fine delicacy to him.

I'm afraid that I can't get him to stop and he might end up sucking me dry.

I quickly swallow the lump in my throat and tried not to panic or hyperventilate in complete embarrassment.

Suddenly, I realized that, from his angle, he could definitely see my private parts.

Oh my gosh.

The t-shirt had risen to the point that even I was able to see the area between my legs.

My hands moved faster than my brain could comprehend.

I clench the white fabric of the t-shirt and tried to cover the area, but this seemed to be impossible with his head in the way.

Wait.

That didn't sound right.

Let me rephrase that.

What I mean to say is that his head and arm was obstructing me.

"Eros," I said as his long fingers danced across my belly button and upwards towards the skin underneath my left breast.

The area, where my ribs are, happen to be extremely sensitive to the touch.

When his fingers tickled across, my entire body jerked upwards and trembled the longer he circled the flesh with his fingers.

A teasing, knowing smile blossomed on his lips.

Eros pressed a warm wet kiss against the top of my thigh and pulled back.

His strong arms braced against the bed when I finally managed to hide my private parts from view.

His dark blue eyes stared down at me, un-moving as if to inspect every single expression on my blushing face.

I swallowed painfully and completely turned my head to the side to avoid his penetrating gaze, cheeks burning like a thousand suns.

Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.

The hard place happens to be a certain body part on him that is poking my thigh like a steel rod.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the tent in his pants before completely removing my gaze again.

My entire face and neck felt like it was going to melt from my embarrassment.

"You can go and wash up first. I will bring breakfast in the meantime," he says with a rather silky and husky tone of voice. I couldn't contain the sudden shivers that wracked my form.

After his words, his extremely warm body removed itself from mine.

I didn't even glance towards him and instead laid in place like a cadaver until the door closed.

At his departure, my whole body deflated like a balloon, yet my heart was still pounding rapidly in my chest.

Wait.

Did he just walk out of the room with an erec—with his pants tented like that?

What if someone sees him?

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True to his words, Eros finished setting down breakfast right after I got out of the bathroom.

I could see steaming pancakes, eggs, sausages, bacon, muffins, and waffles.

It was almost like an all you can eat buffet.

My mouth started to water like I haven't eaten in ages, which was rather alarming since I was pretty much stuffed with food until I felt my stomach grow taut last night.

It was probably because the smell was so delicious that I couldn't help myself.

At least that was what I am going to tell myself.