Growing up, I had never been interested in boys. I had always thought of myself as one of them, only we had different body parts. But then I saw The Masked Wolf fight. And I totally fell in love. Just by looking at his body, calculating his weight and height, I knew – oh I just knew he had the perfect body mass index.
And oh, the way he fought inside the cage! It was poetry in motion, art painted in blood. The groans and moans of pain from his defeated foes were like hymns to the deadly beauty of his moves. But most impressively of all, he was honorable. The way he conducted himself inside the cage, the way he never baited those weaker than him, the way he always gave the bullies the comeuppance they so deserved—
He was my superhero, and right now my superhero was staring at my naked breasts.
CRAAAAAAP!
I quickly covered my breasts at the realization. For the first time in my life, I wished I had longer hair. Really, really long hair, the kind that could cover my breasts completely. Or maybe I could be a mermaid and have one of those shell-made bras.
He was still staring. The fierce look glittering in his eyes, which were a stunning shade of green, made me feel like he could see through my hands. It made me turn pink all over.
“Stop staring.” Just saying the words made me feel more embarrassed. God, what did he think of me now? I had secretly fantasized about the two of us meeting inside the cage. I had secretly dreamed that he would be so bowled over by my fighting skills that when he realized I was soon to be a pack leader, he would fall down on one knee and declare himself my devoted Cavaliere.
But considering I was half naked right now, I had a feeling all he’d want to do was double over in laughter.
Or stare.
Which he was still doing now.
I hugged myself more tightly in reaction, wishing there was something I could do to control my body’s reaction to him. My nipples had prickled in awareness at his unswerving gaze. “Please stop—”
“It’s impossible not to stare, my beauty. You have the most amazing looking breasts.”
The words should have sounded like the worst pick up line, but when he said it so matter-of-factly, I just couldn’t help but feel beautiful and sexy. I have never felt that way either before.
“Why were you touching yourself in such a public place?”
“It’s not what you think,” I mumbled.
A sexy, cocky smile touched his lips as he asked wickedly, “It wasn’t?”
For a moment, all I could do was stare. Was The Masked Wolf actually flirting with me?
Seeing that he was still waiting for an answer, I said lamely, “They hurt.” Unbidden, my gaze strayed to my costume on the floor. Realizing my mistake, I looked back at him quickly, but it was too late. His gaze had followed mine. When he looked back at me, the recognition in his eyes had me biting my lip in dismay. Crap. My cover was busted.
When he spoke, I expected him to say something lewd. But instead his voice was quiet as he said, “I caught the last few minutes of your fight earlier. I saw where he hit you.” He took a step towards me.
“Don’t come closer!” The words burst out of my mouth, but he didn’t stop walking. The closer he got, the more panicky I felt. The tunnel suddenly felt claustrophobic. Just the thought of his proximity had me forgetting all my years of warrior training. It made my mouth dry and my body tingle all over.
I wanted to take a step back with every step he took forward. But I stood my ground. I didn’t want him to think I was afraid—
Oh, crap! He was just a step away from me now. Warrior pride be damned. I turned around and tried to run away.
“Not so fast.” His chuckle was husky, his voice a velvety murmur tinged with amusement as he caught my wrist. He spun me around to face me. In another second, he had pushed me back against the wall. He put my arms over my head just as his hard body pressed against mine.
Oh…wow. This was not my first time to have a man’s body next to mine. I had been raised as a warrior. I was used to having a man’s body on top of me, under me, next to me. Men’s bodies and mine tangled in all kinds of positions during battle practice.
But this was different somehow. With him so close, the heat of his body making my own body burn, my whole world compressed into one single thing: him. The fact that I was in The Den didn’t seem to matter anymore. The fact that this was a public place, that I was half-naked – none of it mattered.
When I looked up at him, I saw that he was staring at my breasts. Again. I should be mad. But I wasn’t. If I had to be honest, I was…turned on. It was the strangest feeling, something I had never experienced before. But I wasn’t so innocent I didn’t recognize the feelings of lust that had taken over my body. The men I trained with talked about it all the time. They would say how the urge to have sex could be so uncontrollable all thoughts of common sense were thrown out of the window, that the thought of it was enough to make them gasp, to make them groan, to make them ache…