Forever (The Dragon Wars)(7)

“Show me.” Devin wasn’t sure when exactly he made the choice to have sex with her. Maybe she’d made it for him. Either way, there was no way in hell he was leaving this house without doing it with Lena.

“How to make a cake? Go home and talk to your mother.”

He smiled as he limped toward her. When he’d first met Lena, he’d thought she was a child, too innocent for him. Now he worried he might actually be too young for her.

“Show me how you touched yourself when you thought about me.”

Color spread through her cheeks and neck. It made him hot as hell that his words had that effect on her. “What?”

“You heard me, pretty Wolf. If you want to ‘fuck,’ we’ll ‘fuck.’” He took another step. For the first time in months, he wasn’t worrying about the scars on his cheeks or the leg that would not heal. All he could see was the terribly beautiful virgin who wanted him.

“Here? In the kitchen?” she whispered. He could have laughed. Now Lena concerned herself with being heard? When she yelled coarse suggestions to him, she hadn’t worried about her mother and father.

Devin touched the side of her face because he had to. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Not much better. It’s right next to my parents’ room.”

Devin sighed. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

He held out his hand. “To my bedroom. You’re going to fuck the guy next door. There are benefits. One of them is not having to travel very far to do the dirty deed.”

She placed her hand in his. Her fingers were not soft and delicate. By contrast, she had tough fingers. They belonged to a woman who worked hard. He preferred that feeling to a dainty miss. He wasn’t gentle, hadn’t been before he’d gone to war, and wasn’t now after being held captive for five years.

They walked in silence, and he wondered if she regretted her brashness. He’d let her off the hook, if that was what she wanted. But he’d be disappointed as all hell if she backed off.

“Are your parents home?”

“Nope.” They went out at night to run the woods. When he’d been a child, they hadn’t run as much as they did now. Perhaps they wanted to forget about his two dead brothers and the one who still fought. Perhaps they wanted to forget about having to deal with him. He wished he could do the same.

His leg didn’t usually move as fast as it was at that moment. Perhaps he had just needed the right kind of motivation. It still took too long to get to his bedroom. He pushed open the door, and when she’d entered the room, slammed it behind him.

“All right. Do it.” He sat back on the bed as she stared at him from the front of the room. “Show me how you touched yourself.”

She stood very stiff. “Are you trying to be a jerk?”

“No.” He wasn’t certain if his real intent was to watch her get off or to scare her out of doing it. “Change your mind?”

“Not at all.” She took a deep breath and held his gaze. The girl had a stubborn streak. He’d give her that. She could give some of the Wolves he fought beside a run for their money in that respect.

She fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, eventually opening them one by one. Only once did he see her hands shake, but she quickly got them under control. He should have stopped her right then and there. An upstanding Wolf would have stopped her. But Devin was intrigued, and he hadn’t been in a very long time. The Female was going to do it; she was going to masturbate in front of him.

Her bra seemed practical; it appeared to be made out of cotton and was beige. He was fairly certain the day he’d met her that she hadn’t been wearing one. But she hadn’t expected tonight, so he wasn’t surprised she wasn’t wearing sexy underwear.

She slipped both bra straps off of her shoulders and unhooked the clasp in the front. Her breasts spilled out. They were slightly more than a handful, which made the fact that she’d gone without a bra that day even more exciting. Not that he should be surprised. By doing what she did now, she demonstrated she liked living on the edge of what was considered acceptable.

Lena took her breasts into her hands. She closed her eyes. “I usually start by imagining it’s your hands doing this.”

He’d asked her to show him, but narration was even better. His cock got instantly harder. Devin had to shift his position on the bed because his erection ached to the point of pain.

“What else?”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “When I picture you, your hair is shorter. I run my hands through it as you start to suck on my breasts.”

“I suppose I’m also not scarred.” He didn’t blame her. No one in their right mind would fantasize about him now.