"—'Or my cock."
The words landed against Bella's ear warm and deliberate, and her whole body answered before her brain had a chance to vote.
A full-body shiver. Starting at the ear he'd bitten — the cartilage still tingling from his teeth — traveling down her spine to the base of her tail, which finally, 'finally,' swished.
Once.
Hard.
Then she caught herself doing it and her face went pink and she bit her lower lip with the focused pressure of someone trying to stop a sentence from escaping, and the tears that had been running tracked to the corners of her mouth instead.
"Please don't tease me, master," she said.
Her voice came out smaller than she wanted it to. The raw version of her voice, the one without the armor of anger or performance, the one that only came out when she'd used all the others.
Viktor heard it.
He knew that voice.
