“You need to feed and you tell me to leave?” He asked, pushing off the wall. His pupils vibrated in the golden pools of his eyes.

I recalled the tiger hunched over Remington when I first got to the room earlier. It had looked up at me with golden glowing eyes and blood dripping from its mouth in streams from both canines. A large tongue had rolled up to swipe at his red-drenched maw.

That’s what had snapped me out of my haze for a moment. The beast was massive, packed with muscles, and larger than Puca’s current human form.

Plus, its eyes had been pure furious wildness. I could see that reflected in his eyes once again right now.

I shuddered and took another step back.

“I’m here for you to feed from,” he said. He stretched out a hand that looked different than before. His fingers were large, dark, and tipped with talons. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me towards him.

“I shouldn’t,” I said. “We shouldn’t,” I corrected thinking back to Dullahan telling me Puca was complicated and that he’d prefer if I didn’t get too close.

Puca turned fully back into a man but kept his hand wrapped around my neck.

“Fuck me,” he said. “Feed,” he growled, pulling us back to the wall with me against him. “We both need it.” His fingers finally unwrapped from my neck.

“You need to be fucked?” I asked.

“I need to be fucked by you,” he corrected with a smile and I shuddered. It was ingrained in me to think something would go wrong each time I let the demon out a little but right now I wanted to feed.

I grabbed his jaw and jerked it up, leaning in to lick a line up his neck. I felt his Adam's apple dip as I tasted his skin. Puca’s flavor was refreshing and it drew me in but didn't overwhelm me like Lacey or taunt me like Dullahan. Puca was wild grass and dewy nights, the fragrant scent of the purest nature.

He groaned, his hands wrapping around my wrists as he let me lick him. I pushed my hips forward, grinding against him. His white shirt was thin with no undershirt, showing me his hard length standing at attention since the moment he decided to step into the room and close the door behind him.

I ground my stiff cock against his as I found his nipples through his button-up, roughly rubbing them through the material. He panted as I licked up his jaw and then my mouth was on his. I loved mouths but Puca made me fight to enjoy his, trying to bite me, his teeth sinking into my lips as he growled, gnashing at me until I gripped his jaw tightly in my hand.

“Behave,” I demanded, slipping my fingers into his mouth and massaging his tongue. I looked at the line of straight, white teeth. They were the most deceiving thing about him. Puca was nothing but a carnivore looking to sink canines into everyone.