Mace raked his gaze down to the lush cleavage spilling from her dress. He gave up trying to fight the attraction. It was an impossible mission. The wolf inside of him, the part that was difficult to control, was clawing to be released, weakening his human side. It had been too long since he’d transformed, too long since he’d felt the moon’s empowering glow.
He gritted his jaw. How simple it would be to break through the boarded windows and run into the night. But leaving wasn’t an option as long as his pack was imprisoned. Which wouldn’t be for much longer if Nayla was honest about agreeing to feed them. If it were true, soon they might have enough strength to overpower the guards.
With his naïve Nayla occupied, they might have a better chance.
“Do you trust me, Mace?” She stared up at him, her eyes glossy against the dim light of the oil lamp. “I promise I’ll make your life pleasant. And I’ll be loyal to you.” She brushed her fingers down the center of his abdomen and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “If you continue to satisfy me, I’ll give you my all.”
His stomach clenched against her touch as pressure built in his groin. No, he’d not be so foolish as to put his life in this woman’s hands. But he’d gladly allow her to satisfy him for now. And, damn it if he didn’t want to give her more pleasure.
Like an addict reaching for his drug, Mace seized her wrist and pressed her hand against his erection. His blood coursed through his body, rushing toward her touch as she wrapped her cool, soft fingers around his cock.
He inhaled a rough breath and guided her up and down his shaft. With his hypersensitive Were senses on overload, he caught the musky scent of her pussy as she grew moist for him.
His balls knotted achingly tight. “Have you ever had a man in your mouth, Nayla?”