Page 130 of The Hunger
“You have more backbone than I’ve given you credit for. We’ll see if it’s enough come Saturday.” He glanced at Fenris. “Don’t forget your responsibilities to your people.”
With that, he walked out of the room.
“Guess that means I get to spend the night,” Fenris said with a grin.
My hunger stirred at the thought before I remembered the six people who would be sleeping nearby. Smothering my hunger, I returned Fenris’s smile.
“Guess so. Do you think Eugene will want to be the little spoon or the big spoon?”
Fenris threw back his head and laughed, hugging me close to his side.
“Why don’t you two go get some sleep,” Mrs. Quill said. “You don’t have much time if Megan wants to see you at seven.”
The intense surge of happiness coming from her let me know we weren’t being sent away for any other reason than what she said.
“Thank you. And I am sorry.”
“Think nothing of it, darling. I knew it wasn’t intentional.”
Fenris picked me up and ran out of the room with me. Before my giggle ended, we were in my room with the door shut. He kissed me hungrily, and it took everything I had to keep myself in check.
“Just sleep tonight,” I whispered when we broke apart for air.
“I think I can manage that.”
There was no disappointment emanating from him. Only love and satisfaction.
Once we snuggled together in bed, it didn’t bother me that he wore nothing. Instead, I breathed in his scent and ran my tongue over his sternum.
“Before I woke up, it was baklava and lemon cake. Spice cake replaced baklava after a while. Any chance you can work up to some lava cake? That’s still my favorite.”
“Do you lick that one?”
I grinned against his skin.
“I’ll torment each chocolatey dessert I find.”
“Challenge accepted. Hurry up and close your eyes. I want to get to the licking and nibbling part.”
He played with the ends of my hair, and I relaxed in his arms. With his heat soothing me, it didn’t take much time to sink into my cake dreams.
First, there was spice cake. I nibbled lightly, waiting for something better. It didn’t take long for the illusive Angel Food with strawberries to appear. I devoured that, not licking the strawberries even though I was so tempted. The cakes changed again, and the large slices of Boston cream pie tempted me mightily. Feeding with gusto, I barely refrained from licking the cream. Death by Chocolate appeared on the branches. I grabbed those and gave them a few licks. Tonguing cake wasn’t as enjoyable as slurping down liquid chocolate, though.
The trees trembled, and the first lava cake appeared.
“That’s it,” I purred, and reached for what I wanted.
I lost myself in a haze, bathing my tongue in hot deliciousness. Even when I felt full, I didn’t stop. The ground beneath my feet quaked. I paid it little attention and kept consuming what Fenris offered. This time, when I felt pressure on the back of my head, I didn’t fight it. I nibbled on the cake, sucked out the delectable center, and went for more.
When a buzz finally penetrated my dream, it felt like I’d been eating for an eternity and knew it was time to wake up. It wasn’t easy to leave all those cakes and open my eyes, though. Not that there was anything to see other than skin and sweat.
“I’m awake,” I said, muffled by Fenris’s chest. “You can let go.”
“You would think letting go of you would be a simple thing,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. “It’s not. You’re going to need to help me.”
Something hard and insistent pressed against my pelvis. While I knew he didn’t mean help finding release, that’s exactly where my mind went. My hunger rose, which seemed completely ludicrous considering how much I’d eaten while asleep.
Rather than fight my natural response, I gave into the urge to brush my lips against his skin and offered him something he deeply desired.
