Page 45 of Little Red Riding Hood
“Wim,” Red said, his voice cracking, just like his heart.
“Give me something else to taste.” Wim pressed his mouth to Red’s ear. “Just for a moment, help me forget what I am.”
A tiny part of Red urged himself to pause, tothink. He was certain Wim was withholding something from him—some hidden reason that drove him towards the Dark Forest. The same Dark Forest where Red was supposed to be completing the Queen’s quest. Their secrets and lies twisted around each other like thorny vines, threatening to strangle them both.
And yet…
His body was already moving of its own accord, drawn to Wim like a moth to flame. What were choices, really, when faced with a wildling like this? Had he ever truly stood a chance against those burning orange eyes, that primal strength, that dangerous tenderness that made his knees weak? No, resistance had never been an option.
Ever so slowly, Red raised himself up on to his tiptoes, slipping his arms around Wim’s neck. He held his breath in anticipation, his pulse threading in such an unsteady rhythm he thought he might faint.
This seemed enough of an answer for Wim—he pressed his tongue against the base of Red’s collarbone, and a shiver ran down Red’s spine. The sensation was warm and wet, like a raindrop on a hot summer’s day. Red’s breath hitched as Wim’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up the side of his neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The rough texture of Wim’s tongue sent sparks dancing across Red’s skin, making him gasp.
Red’s hands tangled in Wim’s hair, the strands coarse and thick between his fingers. His heart raced as he pulled Wim closer, desperate for more of that intoxicating touch. But as his fingers explored the wild mane, they caught on a mat of dried blood. The coppery scent filled Red’s nostrils, twisting his stomach, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip on Wim’s hair, holding him there as if he could somehow erase the past with sheer force of will. Wim gasped, and for a moment, Red thought he might pull back. Butthen Wim’s tongue found his neck again, more insistent this time, and all thoughts of blood and death were swept away.
Wim’s hands slid down Red’s sides, coming to rest on his hips. With a sudden jerk, he pulled Red forward, pressing their bodies together. The hard planes of Wim’s chest were now flush against his own, the scorching heat of the wolf seeping through the thin fabric of Red’s shirt. Wim’s fingers dug into Red’s hips, holding him there as if he might float away.
And then, without warning, Wim’s hands were slipping around Red’s ass, pulling him even closer. Red swallowed as his cock twitched in happy surprise, its length firming, seeking escape from the drawers that constrained it.
Red should stop this before it went too far.
He should—
Wim was no longer licking at his neck, but instead was alternating between soft little nips with his teeth, and light, feathery butterfly kisses.
“Wim,” Red murmured shakily, closing his eyes and resting his head against the tree.
His hands roamed over Wim’s broad shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin. He could feel the strength in Wim’s body, the raw power that had allowed him to take down those men with such ease. And yet, as Wim’s hands trailed up and down the side of his thighs, Red felt anything but afraid.
Instead, he felt alive. More alive than he had ever felt. And as Wim’s lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, Red wished more than anything for this moment never to end.
“Red,” Wim answered.
Red wasn’t stupid. He knew Wim was only touching him like this because Wim needed a distraction and he was the nearest available body. Butholy fuck,did it feel good to be wanted.
Please, Red almost begged.
Touch me.
Lick me.
Have me.
Kiss me.
Love me.
The last thought stabbed at his heart, and he squeezed his eyes closed to combat the hot prickle of tears that threatened to spoil the moment Red already knew would be so precious to him for the rest of his life.
“There are no words for how fucking delicious you are, sweetheart.” Wim slid one of his hands around from cupping Red’s ass to land it on his aching cock, tracing the outline of it with his fingers. He gave Red’s neck another long, hot lick, then brought his mouth to Red’s ear to whisper, “Let me taste you.”
“You are… tasting me…” Red gasped, because despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to make presumptions about Wim’s words.
“Let me taste youproperly.I already know your spend will be the sweetest I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
Red almost choked on his own saliva, his eyes flying open. Wim looked at him with a hungry smile. How was this happening? A few days ago, he and the wolf were trading insults, and now Wim was almost begging to suck his cock?
“But… I don’t understand. You told me you didn’t want me that way.”
