Page 24 of Little Red Riding Hood
But the image of Wim’s eyes pinging open the moment he did so froze his eager fingers in their tracks.
Again, Wim shifted, his very large member nestling even further into the thin material that covered Red’s ass.
There was no other option. Red couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to have to shuffle around so that Wim’s bare cock would at least be poking a less compromising place.
At a snail’s pace, Red turned to lie on his other side.What a view.His gaze traced the path of a sunbeam illuminating the golden flecks in Wim’s stubble. Wim looked so different up close—a dusting of freckles not previously noticed peppered his sun-kissed cheeks.
If Red wanted to, he could lean over and kiss those cheeks. Wim would never know.
Traitorous want coiled in the pit of his stomach.
Then a sudden bolt of pure madness struck Red. What would happen if he climbed on top of Wim right now? What would the wolf do if he awoke to such a sight? The feel of Red’s body against his surely aching erection?
Would he growl with need? Dig his large, strong fingers into the flesh of Red’s thighs? Pull Red against his length to offer himself relief?
Would Wim become so wanton with desire that he’d beg Red to use his hands—or even his mouth—on him?
And would he cry out Red’s name when he reached his peak, with the same reverence that lovers used when lost in each other’s embrace?
All of this imagining had not helped Red’s situation.
He brought his hand to his mouth and bit down hard, using the pain to bring him back to reality.
Red needed to stop this nonsense. Because this man, this attractive, surprisingly kind-hearted wolf, did notcarefor him, and Red needed to get these dangerous notions out of his head before Wim woke up.
He already told you he had no interest in fucking someone like you.
A tightness clawed at Red’s throat as he stared at Wim’s rather lovely face.
As if someone like him would want someone like you! Pah!
Besides, even if Wimdidsomehow want him, he’d likely be quickly put off by Red’s lack of experience, the sum total of which consisted of letting the stable master fuck him a handful of times. Quick, mechanical experiences in dark corners that left him feeling hollow.
Melancholy seeped through him as he stared at the handsome man he shouldn’t be dreaming of having.
This suffering had gone on long enough. He’d simply carefully remove himself from the bedroll before—
Wim’s eyes fluttered open, and Red forgot the rest of the world existed outside their gorgeous golden depths. He heard himself take a large gulp of air, then held his breath, waiting for Wim’s expression to harden in regret at waking up so close to Red.
It didn’t. Wim’s face remained pleasantly soft, gazing over at Red with a languid, peaceful smile, as though they woke up together like this every day.
“You changed back.” Red’s voice, raspy from sleep, wavered.
“It wasn’t deliberate. Though by how you’re clinging to me like a vine, I’d say you’re not complaining.”
Red opened his mouth to protest that yes, he did mind, thank you very much, but nothing came out.
“Didn’t have a single dream,” Wim said, brows furrowing. He stretched one arm out before scratching his beard, then slid it behind his head to act as a pillow. “Been weeks of the same nightmare haunting me. Always starts the same—I’m cured, heading back to my pack, but I can’t find them. I keep walking in circles through the forest. Lost. Never finding my way home. Just me, alone, forever.”
Wim stared at the trees above them, where a light breeze knocked many leaves from the branches, sending them drifting down to the forest floor.
Red cleared his throat. “That does sound awful.”
Wim shuffled so that he was facing Red, propping his head on his arm. “Nice change, not being plagued by it for once.”
The way Wim was staring at Red had his heart hammering in his chest. He looked like he expected Red to say something in response, but Red was completely out of words, what with Wim’s face so close to his own. He could count every freckle if he wanted.
Why were the two of them still lying here, even? There were pots to wash, water to fetch, forests to be journeyed through, quests to be completed. Yet they were lazing about as if they were on a leisurely camping trip!
