She obeyed.The jeans came down, revealing matching white cotton panties.Simple.Practical.Probably the least sexy underwear she owned, chosen on purpose to shield herself against me.
I didn’t care.The sight of her standing there in her plain underwear, arms crossed over her stomach, was more arousing than any lace or silk could have been.There was something about her vulnerability, her obvious discomfort, that made the wolf purr with satisfaction.
“Arms at your sides.”
She dropped them.Her breathing was ragged now, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath.
“Remove the rest.”
The bra came off first.Her breasts were small, perfectly shaped with pink nipples that hardened in the cool air of the room.Then the panties.She stepped out of them and stood naked before me, her hands twitching at her sides like she wanted to cover herself but didn’t dare.
I looked.
I took my time, letting my gaze travel over every inch of her like I was memorizing a map.The delicate lines of her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her throat where her pulse fluttered wildly.The soft swell of her breasts with those pretty pink tips, pebbled tight from the cool air or from arousal.I couldn’t tell which, and that uncertainty made me want to touch her, to test, to find out.
But I didn’t touch.Not yet.
The dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the flat plane of her stomach with its delicate navel.The dark triangle of hair between her thighs, hiding the cunt I would eventually claim.The long lines of her legs, the delicate bones of her ankles, the painted toenails she’d done for herself before coming here.
She was shaking now, trembling with cold or fear or both.But she didn’t cover herself.Didn’t beg me to stop looking.Just stood there, chin lifted, enduring my inspection with what was left of her pride.
I admired that.The wolf admired that.
Strong,he murmured.Worthy.Our mate is worthy.
The wolf was howling.Claim her.Take her.She’s ours, why are we waiting?
I stepped closer.Close enough to feel the heat of her skin.Close enough to watch goosebumps rise on her arms.Close enough to smell her arousal, faint but growing, mixing with her fear.
“You’re wet.”
She flinched like I’d slapped her.The flush spread down her chest.
“Don’t bother denying it.I can smell it.”I circled behind her, letting my breath ghost across her shoulder.“Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.Say it.”
“Say what?”Her voice was barely a whisper.
“That you’re wet.That standing here, naked and trembling while I look at you, is making your cunt ache.”I stopped directly behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of my body without touching.“Say it, Lena.”
A long pause.I could hear her heartbeat hammering.
“I’m… I’m wet.”The words came out broken, humiliated.
“Good girl.”I stepped around to face her again.“Remember that.Remember how your body betrayed you the very first night.It won’t be the last time.”
“You’re going to earn every penny I paid for you,” I said quietly.
She said nothing.But I saw the way her jaw tightened.The defiance, still there beneath the humiliation.
“Get dressed.We’re having dinner.”
The confusion on her face was gratifying.She’d expected something else.Expected me to throw her on the bed and take her right there.
I would.Eventually.But not yet.Not until she was desperate for it.
She scrambled back into her clothes with none of the grace of removing them.I watched, enjoying the way her hands shook, the way she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Follow me.”
