Save Me

Chapter Twenty

I shifted around a little in Taehyung's lap, slightly nervous despite his encouraging words.

"Um . . . o-okay . . . So first of all I want to ask you, um, how come you were so desperate to scent me l-like that?" I asked, getting embarrassed as I recalled the intense, intimate way his tongue had been devouring me not too long ago.
I glanced at him to see that he was nibbling on his bottom lip, looking fretful.

"I'm not saying that I didn't en-enjoy myself while you were doing it, Tae baby . . . I was just wondering why you needed to use your mouth this time? Before now, you just kind of . . . rubbed and breathed on my neck . . ." I trailed off, getting all hot and bothered as flashes of him scenting me kept popping into my mind.

"Well, remember I told you that scenting is best if I get to use my mouth on you?" he asked, looking at me with calm, dark eyes, his voice low and soft.

"Yeah, you said that you would love to, um, bite me," I murmured, biting my lip as I glanced away from him, feeling my cheeks warm.
He chuckled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my overheated cheek.

"You are so cute when you are flustered, princess," he said, laughing as I scowled at him. "And yes, you're right, I would love to bite you." He suddenly opened his mouth and bit the air right in front of him, his white teeth clamping together with a loud snap. I shivered, the action sending a thrill through my body.

Dis cheeky pup!

"Hey! Stop teasing meee!" I wailed, squirming around to try and get out of his arms which he had snaked around me once more. He shook with loud laughter at my failed attempts. Not that I really wanted to be anywhere else truthfully.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he giggled, not looking sorry in the least as I settled back into him. "Like I said, using my mouth while I scent you is much better because the effect is a lot stronger and it lasts longer."

I nodded, accepting what he said.

"The, uh, the reason that I was so intent on scenting you like that as soon as you walked through the door earlier was, um, was . . ." he broke off suddenly, whipping his hands up to hide his face.

"No, no, noooo," I tutted, gently but firmly tugging his hands back down. "You promised me you wouldn't get upset or stop snuggling me and I'm pretty sure this counts as both."
Throwing a pouty face at me, he opened his arms wide, allowing me to resume my comfortable position. I smirked at him as he rolled his eyes at me, fighting a smile of his own.

"So bossy . . . Okay, fine, I'll tell you," he sighed, pausing for a moment before going on. "I felt this . . . this completely irresistible need, nothing like I'd ever felt before, to do what I did. You were covered in the scents of those two other . . . males . . . and it was killing me. You should only have my scent on you, princess," he growled lowly, tightening his grip on me.

Ah.

Well, that certainly confirmed what Jin had been telling me earlier.

"Okay . . . I can respect where you're coming from, Taehyung. Obviously though, I'm a human, not a hybrid, so I can't fully relate to the instincts that drive you to do certain things," I said softly, reaching one arm up to lean it upon his shoulder as I began gently carding my fingers through his still slightly damp hair.

"That being said . . . Namjoon and Jin are both very special to me and I would never want them to feel like they couldn't give me a kiss, hug me or hold my hand whenever I'm with you . . . So we're going to have to do something about the fact that you growled at my friends whenever they touched me today, sweetie," I kept my voice as gentle as possible as I said this.
He looked at me, his eyes as wide as saucers and filled with worry.