Page 104 of Wolfkissed
“Woman…” He sounds like he’s in pain. His face is contorted, lips pulled back. “Don’t tease.”
“Said by the great teaser,” I mutter, distracted, because when I tap my fingers on the silver again, I see his teeth gritting. A hiss escapes him. “My toying with this metal bar hurts you.”
“In the best way,” he says.
“What does that mean? What should I do?”
“Toying… is a good start,” he pants. “Sex is a game. You play with your partner’s body to see what they like. As you’re doing.”
“So I should… continue?” Curious, I pull on the metal a little, and he hisses again. Interesting. Then I decide to trail my fingers down the thick length of him to his balls, and his hips jerk up. “Is this good or bad?”
“Fuck, it’s good… so good. If you just wrap your fingers around… Godsdammit!”
My fingers have wrapped around his cock, near the base. They can’t contain it. It’s much wider here, as if inflated, and?—
A knock shakes the door. “My lord! My lady!”
“Fuck,” he says with feeling, “fuck!”
“Who is that?” I find myself reluctant to stop my exploration.
“Dinner,” he mutters. Then he shouts, “Leave the tray outside the door! Just leave it there!”
The outside world has come knocking. Intruding into this bubble where everything feels possible and easy. I release his cock and scoot back in the tub.
He turns back to me. “Now, he says, where were we? Oh, yes.” His eyes smolder like embers. “You were using me to learn about men’s bodies.”
“I can’t,” I whisper, rising from the water of the tub and stepping outside. “I’m sorry.”
Wrapped in the bathing sheet, I sit on the bed. He sits down beside me and places the tray between us. He has wrapped the bathing sheet around his hips, leaving his torso bare. It’s a chore to keep my gaze off it.
Off any part of him, from his striking face, to all that tanned skin and the sheet hiding what I now know is there, between his legs.
The memory of teasing his cock, holding it, his groaning and hissing as I played with his erection, is a torment. I want to find the bravery in me to touch him again, to pick up where I left off, but the moment has passed. Now we’re both wrapped in our sheets, and the food sits between us. I thought I was starving before, but now my appetite is gone, despite the aromas of stew and warm bread coming from the bowls on the tray.
My body is awake and hungry for something else.
Our gazes collide over the tray. His eyes are burning gold, his gaze cutting like a knife. “Eat,” he says. “You need sustenance.”
“So do you.”
“This isn’t much for a wolf.”
“And you haven’t been eating more than me on this journey,” I insist, almost desperately, needing to avoid the other conversation, the one about what we did in the tub.
So we eat together. His grin is as sharp as his gaze. He lifts the carafe from the tray and pours wine into the two clay cups that came with it. “Here.”
I take the cup from him, and we nod at each other.
“Partners in crime,” he says.
“Whatever that means.”
“Just two companions on this journey.” He clinks his cup against mine and takes a sip. “Hm… delicious.”
“Is it?” I sip at my wine and choke. “Gah. This is terrible. It’s like vinegar.”
He laughs. “Your face… Enjoy the adventure, Princess. This is what the poorer classes drink.”
