Red Moon Rising(61)
“You are cold my lord.”
“It is cold outside.”
“Aye, but you’ve never felt cold to me before.” She replied.
“Perhaps you should help me warm up.” He whispered as he cupped her breast in his hand.
“I don’t know. I’m so little – you might break my bones.” She said cheekily.
He laughed loudly and pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “Luckily for you, I have a talent for healing.”
Boldly, she reached down and grasped his cock. It was already half-hard, and it stiffened and grew in her hand as she stroked him lightly.
She gave him a questioning look. “Tell me my lord; are you bigger than most men?”
She watched as his cheeks reddened a little. “You’re blushing!”
“No, I’m not.” He protested.
“You are.” She argued.
He groaned when her small hand squeezed him firmly. “Tell me the truth. Are you considered bigger than most?”
“Bree – “
“Tell me. Or will I be forced to find another to make my own comparison?” She teased lightly.
His face darkened immediately, and she gave a small squeak of alarm at the anger in his face. He pushed her on to her back and hovered over her. “I will kill any man who touches you. You belong to me. Do you understand that?”
“James, I – “
“Do you understand?” He spoke slowly and deliberately. All trace of his usual good nature and humour had faded from his face, and she reached up and stroked his cheek hesitantly.
“Aye. I was only teasing you my lord.” She said quietly.
“Do not tease me in such a manner.” He replied sharply. “The thought of you in another man’s bed is not one I will ever find amusing.”
“Alright.” She said soothingly.
He reached down and pulled her thighs apart, wedging his large body between them and grinding his pelvis against hers. “Promise me you will never take another man into your bed. Promise me you won’t sleep with anyone but me.”
“I won’t.” She said immediately.
“Say it.” He demanded.
“I promise I won’t sleep with anyone else.”
He stared at her, his nostrils flaring and his eyes glowing, and she rubbed one broad shoulder lightly. He closed his eyes and when he opened them, the anger had been replaced with a mixture of shame and regret.
He rolled off of her and stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry Bree. I shouldn’t have made you promise that. I have no right to tell you what to do.”
He rubbed his hand across the stubble on his cheek. “Lycans are, well, territorial about their women but that’s not an excuse for my behaviour. I overreacted and I should not have scared you into saying something you did not want to say. I’m sorry.”
She cupped his face and made him look at her. “You didn’t scare me, and I would not have said it if I didn’t want to.”
“Truly?”
“Aye.” She whispered. She lifted her head and planted small kisses on his throat. “I don’t want to be in anyone’s bed but yours.”
She sat up and pushed the covers to his waist. As many times as they had been in each other’s beds, she had never really explored his body. It had always been him touching and stroking her soft skin until she thought she would go mad with need. She wondered if she could do the same to him.
“Bree?” He was starting to sit up and she pushed him gently on the chest.
“Lie still please.”
He relaxed against the bed with his hands clasped behind his head, as she leaned over and traced her fingers across his broad chest. No scars or imperfections marred it and she quickly ran her fingers down his sides, looking for ticklish spots. He didn’t squirm or twist away, and she pouted at him.
“Not ticklish?”
“No little one.” He grinned at her.
She skimmed her hands across his chest. When her finger grazed across one nipple, he inhaled sharply and she gave him a shark-like grin. She leaned down and licked his flat nipple. He groaned a little and one large hand slipped under the sheet, cupped her bare ass and squeezed firmly before he relaxed against the bed once more.
She scowled and he winked at her. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to make you crazy – like you make me.”
His face softened. “You do make me crazy Bree. All I think about is you and how much I – I want you.”
She scooted forward, her hands planted firmly on either side of his head and stared solemnly at him. “Truly my lord?”
“Aye. You have no idea how happy I was when you poked your little head out from under the covers of my bed.”