Page 10 of Blood
He nudges me toward the bed. “Feel free to sleep in whatever you want.”
I usually sleep in my underwear, but he doesn’t need to know that. I wait, silent, for him to leave, to head to wherever his bedroom is. At the very least, maybe I can use this time alone to figure out a plan.
I’ve always considered myself an introvert. I can’t think out loud; I can’t even process when other people are talking, or sometimes even when other people are around. It kills my inner monologue. So being with this man nonstop, no matter how frustratingly hot he is, is making it difficult to reason.
He pulls his shirt up and over his head. There’s no thinking right now as I try not to drool. He may be an asshole who’s holding me captive, but he has the body of a god.
His abs are chiseled, with defined muscles everywhere. There’s a little bit of scattered hair across his pecs. The tattoos I saw on his arms and neck continue down onto his shoulders and chest in intricate patterns, but no legible words or signs of an affiliation are present.
Wait a minute. “What are you doing?”
He cracks a smile at me. “Getting ready for bed.”
Oh, hell no. “I’m not sleeping with you!”
He steps out of his boots, then unbuckles that goddamn belt and slides his pants down and steps out of them. “One bed. Plus, I don’t trust you to keep yourself out of trouble while I sleep. So, you’re stuck with me.”
I huff out a sigh, trying to seem nonchalant, but my stomach flips as I realize I’ll be sleeping next to this man. Guess I won’t be sleeping in my underwear, then. And any chance of getting a clear head to think things through has completely flown out the window. If I can’t make my brain focus when he’s in the same room, there’s no chance of it happening when we’re in the same bed.
I kick my shoes off and crawl into the bed fully clothed, squeezing myself as far to one side as possible. I need as much space from him as I can get without falling onto the floor. I pull the covers to my side, trying my best to wrap myself in them like a shield.
The mattress dips under his weight when he climbs on. I curl into a ball on my side, keeping my back to him.
The covers jerk out from under me as he pulls some of them to his side. A large arm circles my waist. He pulls me backwards and into his solid chest. For a split second, it’s nice. Safe, secure.
Then I remember who’s holding me, and the comfort of his strong arm feels more like a cage.
I squirm against his hold. “Let me fucking go! I got in the goddamn bed. Let me sleep over there.”
He doesn’t answer, but as I wriggle, trying to get free, I feel something start to press into my back.
Something hard. And large, from the feel of it.
I gasp. “I am not having sex with you!”
His laugh rumbles through me. “You think that’s what I want, princess? You must think pretty highly of yourself.” His breath is hot against my ear. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t fuck you tonight. But one of these days, you’ll beg me to take your sweet little pussy.”
My pussy clenches in response to his words, letting out a gush of wetness. Traitorous bitch. She wants him, alright. Every last inch of him that’s pressed into my back.
I squeeze my eyes closed. I’ve never been able to sleep in a bed with another person. It doesn’t matter if it’s a sleepover with a friend, or staying the night after a hookup. I just can’t. I sigh and shift again, but all that does is make it even more obvious that his body is there. If I can’t sleep, I guess I can at least try to think about how I’m going to get myself out of here.
But I can’t think logically right now. Not with the massive man holding me, his rock-hard cock poking into my back, and the fact that I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
9
Wolf
Iwakewhenthebed shifts just the slightest bit beside me. I crack my eye open. It’s barely even light out yet, the first soft glow of sunrise just starting to appear from the nearby window.
She’s wriggling under my arm, trying to be sneaky as she works to get away from my grasp. She’s determined, I’ll give her that. My cock is hard, and it’s not just morning wood. The little bunny wriggling her body against mine is doing its part to raise the flag to full staff.
I let my arm stay relaxed as she loosens herself from my iron grip. I can feel the catch of her breath, the excitement when she thinks she might get away with it. She moves again, almost free, and I pounce.
I roll over and pin her beneath me. She’s on her back, her arms by her shoulders, my hands grasping her wrists. She gapes up at me, frustration and anger searing in her gaze.
I meet her eyes, staring into those pale blue eyes until she finally blinks and looks away. She blows out a breath of frustration.
“What are you doing, princess?” I lean close.
