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An Excerpt From: FIDDLER ON THE WOOF
Copyright © BLAYNE EDWARDS, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“There’s medium rare, there’s rare….”
“I call this ‘protesting’.” He winked.
Aubrey snickered at his remark and watched him slice off
another piece of steak. He raised his fork to her mouth.
“Try it.”
The chicken on her own plate was done. Fully cooked and
most likely dead for several weeks.
Slap a bandage on it and Aubrey was quite sure the cow
on Joseph’s plate still had a chance.
“It’s still bleeding.” She laughed this time because she
was nervous. And strangely excited at the same time.
“Try it.”
The thought of eating something so undercooked was
disturbing. It was wrong.
It was erotic in a way Aubrey couldn’t describe.
Her tongue reached out to the meat before it passed her
lips. Salty and sweet. The spicy manmade flavor from the kitchen
overshadowed by the tart decadent taste of blood.
“That’s a good girl.”
Aubrey’s teeth tugged the bite from his fork.
A good girl? Had he really just called her a good
girl?
Joseph’s finger caught a line of juice before it dripped
off her chin.
“You missed the best part.”
His finger. His cock. A piece of “protesting” cow.
What exactly was inside her mouth? Aubrey licked the
juice from his finger and then allowed a most unladylike sucking noise to
escape when the digit slid back out.
“Good, isn’t it?”
It was. It was very good, in fact. Good enough to make
Aubrey forget herself and her manners for a moment.
“Gimme a little more.”
His crooked grin. The sparkle in those beautiful blue
eyes. Aubrey wasn’t the kind of woman who was easily smitten. Especially
not so quickly and never by someone so young. But that’s exactly what she
was. Smitten with a man who had uncovered something in her she’d never
really known.
But what part of her had this pup found?
“It’s your wild side.” Joseph offered her another piece
of meat. “The part of you that’s still untamed.”
Aubrey hesitated before taking this bite into her mouth.
Considering her own thoughts, his comment was unnerving to say the least.
“My wild side?”
His free hand cupped her chin until her lips parted.
“Yes.”
Joseph used his fingers this time to gently place the
steak on her tongue and then waited until she had licked them clean before
taking them out of her mouth.
Even then he let his finger linger on her lips. Tracing
their outline.
“The part of you that’s still more wild animal than
civilized human being recognizes this taste as something it likes.”
Aubrey chewed slowly, and listened.
“There haven’t always been grocery stores and butchers.
Of course you know that.”
Too intrigued by what he might say to be offended by his
talking to her as if she were a child, Aubrey nodded in agreement.
“And of course you know that before man could go out and
buy food, he had to hunt for it. And don’t forget that before fire, man was
forced to eat all of his meat raw.”
Aubrey swallowed and let her tongue search her lips for
any lingering juice.
“There’s a part of your brain that still remembers the
taste of fresh kill. A part of your DNA that recognizes the flavor of a
successful hunt.”
Whether there was juice about to run down her chin or
not, she wasn’t sure. All Aubrey knew was that when Joseph dragged his
finger across her bottom lip this time, she was more than willing to take
it into her mouth.
“You understand you’re still an animal. Don’t you,
Aubrey?”
Even through the fabric of her skirt and his slacks,
when he let his leg rest against hers, Aubrey could feel the heat.
All she could do was nod.
“To primitive man, a successful hunt meant survival,” he
continued. “It meant there was something in the cave for him to eat.”
The tips of his fingers trailed lightly down her thigh.
“It also meant any human beings living in that cave
would be healthier and, if they bred, their babies would have a better
chance of living. “
Aubrey spread her legs a little to allow his hand to dip
between them.
“Just one reason why the taste of blood is so
intriguing.” Joseph took a quick glance around the room and lowered his
voice.
“It brings to mind images of sex.”
Aubrey was so glad she had chosen the darkest corner of
the restaurant for their table. A darkened corner on a slow-business Monday
night made it even better.
“Fresh kill meant it was a good time for men and women
to breed.” He growled and nipped at her earlobe. His hand now insisting she
spread her legs for him.
“That’s one reason why you’re so aroused right now.”
Aroused? Aubrey was aroused?
When this fascinating young man reached down to gather
up her skirt, Aubrey wasn’t just aroused. She was beyond logical thought.
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