“Pretty, isn’t it?” Ramsay said. “Obviously not as pretty as you, though.”
I growled playfully and shoved into him with my shoulder. “Did you bring me all the way here just to use that cheesy line?”
He flashed a toothy grin. “Nah, I have plenty more where that came from.”
With a flick of his bushy red tail, he took off down the slope, pacing towards the water with a new purpose.
“Looking for something?” I asked when I caught up with him.
“If I find it, yes. If I don’t, then no.”
He shifted back into human form to better his eyesight and I did the same.
“Ah! There we go,” he said. “Come on, Mathe.”
I smiled at his use of the nickname. The urge to hold Ramsay’s hand struck me, so I did. My hand slipped easily into his, and he gripped me back with his fingers. He didn’t comment on it, and there was no awkwardness. It just seemed natural. It feltright.
Beside the shore there stood a small thicket of trees and bushes, where Ramsay was currently headed. The smell of water and lush greenery filled the air. We were far away enough from the heart of the territory that it was empty and silent here, except for the two of us. Once again, I felt like Ramsay and I were a pair of adventurous teens trying to find a secret place to make out.
“See that?” Ramsay asked.
He pointed to… something. It took me a moment to realize it was a bunch of branches and wood arranged vaguely in the shape of a leaning hut. I turned my head sideways to look at it, but it didn’t make it look any better.
“Uh,” I said. “What is it?
“It’s a treehouse!”
“I don’t know how to tell you this without hurting your feelings, but it’s on the ground.”
Ramsay rolled his eyes and grinned. “I know that. I made it when I was a kid, and since wolves can’t climb trees, I naturally made it on the ground. But it’s the same thing, right? The whole point is to have a secret base. It doesn’thaveto be in a tree.”
He was so endearing that I didn’t even feel like teasing him about it. “It’s... nice.”
Ramsay laughed. “Okay, you don’t have to pity me. I know it’s a desolate shack.”
“Good.” I grinned. “Then I don’t have to be the one to tell you.”
He pulled me closer by the hand, and I didn’t fight it.
A tiny sound left my lips as his other hand travelled to my lower back, holding me firmly. He backed up, leading me inside the tiny hut. It was warm inside and smelled sweetly of wood. But Ramsay’s scent was stronger, his spicy musk filling my nose.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked softly, already knowing the answer.
Ramsay just smiled. He knew that I knew, too.
He leaned in until our faces were inches apart. My heart pounded with excitement.
I made the first move. I propped myself up on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips to his for a moment. One kiss quickly turned into two, and this one was longer, more languid. As our lips touched, electric tingles spread throughout my body, like the kiss had switched on a set of lights.
I kissed him back hungrily as need kindled in the pit of my stomach. My blood burned, wanting--needing--more of Ramsay. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I let out a tiny moan of surprise. His wet heat brushed teasingly against my tongue, then claimed it. My knees went weak, but Ramsay held me up. He wouldn’t let me fall.
I broke apart, gasping for air. The heat inside me and all around me was too much. Sweat dampened my forehead. Ramsay brushed my hair to the side and kissed me again. As he did that, his other hand snaked down to the front of my pants. I whimpered.
“Can I touch you?” he mumbled.
“Yes,” I said quickly.
His lips quirked upwards. A jolt of pleasure shot down my spine as Ramsay’s hand cupped my already hard cock through my jeans. I shut my eyes, trying to steady myself. This was really happening.
