I didn’t know why he would leave me here alone, but I didn’t want him to go. “Stay.”
His wide eyes searched mine for the longest time, and his voice was deeper when he said, “You want me to…stay?”
I nodded.
“But you’ll be—” His face flushed again, and I reached my hand up to touch his cheek, to see if it was as hot as it looked.
He made a noise in the back of his throat when I pressed my fingers to his cheek. He was warm—really warm—and I wanted to rub my face against his, to soak in that warmth. Was the rest of him just as warm? Warmer?
He’d be so nice to sleep against during the long, cold winters.
I wanted to see the rest of him again. More than that, I wanted totouchhim.
“You’ll be naked,” he said hoarsely, his dark eyes staring into mine.
My brows drew together in confusion. “So?”
“Uh…so…s-so…”
I’d never seen him at such a loss for words. Usually he couldn’t stop talking. What was wrong with him? Was he not feeling well?
“What’s wrong with you?” I tilted my head and slid my hand up his cheek until I got to his hair. It was as soft as it looked.
He laughed, but he didn’t sound like he was amused. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
His eyes darted to mine. “Well, you have to—to take off your clothes before you—” He swallowed hard, then wet his lips with his tongue. My attention was glued to that glistening fat bottom lip.
I wanted to bite it.
Taste it.
I leaned forward and was stopped by my muzzle hitting his chin. A sudden surge of rage rocketed through me, and I jumped off him, picked up a rock, and threw it as hard as I could with a frustrated growl.
I sat down, breathing heavily and telling myself he would take it off soon. He said he’d take it off when we got back. But that was later, and this wasnow, and right now I wanted to bite his fat juicy lip. Maybe suck on it a little.
“Bowen.” A hand fell atop my head, slowly stroking. I closed my eyes and let that deep, soothing voice chase away the frustration.
He didn’t say anything else, just my name, but that was all I needed. My breathing slowed as he stroked his hand down my head to the back of my neck, massaging my nape just above the collar in a way that had me closing my eyes. The pleasure thatrolled through me with his calming touch was monumental. I thought I could sit here forever and let him do this.
What would it feel like once the collar was gone? Having that weight disappear would feel strange, wouldn’t it? I hoped in a good way.
I hoped I didn’t regret letting him take them off.
Thathedidn’t regret it, either.
I made a noise when he took his hand away, looking up at him as irritation flickered through me.
He just smiled down at me, tipped his chin toward the water, and said, “Come on. We’re losing daylight, and then it really will be cold.”
When it was clear he wasn’t going to rub me with his big hands again, I got to my feet and pulled my shirt off, dragging the chain through it and dropping it on the ground. It was a relief when I shoved the ratty pants down my legs and stepped out of them. The cool air felt good on my skin, and when I looked down at my cock, it was half-hard.
I glanced over at Cain, who quickly turned away from me—but not before I saw how red his face was.
He just stood there with his back turned. Why wasn’t he taking off his clothes? Did he not need to bathe?
Disappointment curled through me. I wanted to see him naked again.
