“Depends who’s doing the pegging.”
“Sorry to disappoint.I don’t fuck homicidal stalkers.Or stepbrothers.Or men, in general.”
“I’ll change your mind.”I stretch out on my back, watching his eyes trace my bare stomach as it flexes.
Nothing shy about the way he regards me.The man is confronting, openly hungry, and beneath the uncultured mannerisms, deeply curious.Almost innocent.
I’m certain he’s never been with a man.But is it possible he’s never fucked a woman?
Could he be a virgin?
He’s had six months to take care of that problem.Six months to shed his animal skin, tame his feral impulses, and acclimate to civilization.
Okay, that’s not long.Especially if he’s dragging around some heavy-ass trauma baggage.Torture, rape, whatever flavor of fucked-up his snow cabin captor fed him in the Arctic.
Holy fuck.
I bet this beautiful, damaged man has never had consensual sex.
Lust trips in my belly and stiffens my cock.He marks it immediately, his gaze locking on the growing, twitching bulge tenting my thin sweatpants.
“You can’t stand me, and you can’t look away.”I wet my lips.“Fun little problem, isn’t it?”
He rises from his crouch and sits against my hip on the cot, bracing his hands on either side of me.
“You’re playing a game you’ll lose, Step-psycho.”
“Oh, pup.I only play games I don’t mind losing.”
Our eyes meet and hold as a quiet storm drops between us.Fuck if I don’t grow harder, the throbbing in my erection rivaling the pounding in my head.
“It’s yours.”I lift my hips, my whisper sticky with want and wickedness.“Satisfy your curiosity.”
The camera feed with Dove continues to stream, but his eyes don’t shift.They’re on me.Stark and wild and sparking with furious need.
“When I look at your dick…” He looks.And keeps looking.“I feel nothing.”
It’s a lie.A soft, breathy, ridiculous lie.
“Prove it.”I bite the corner of my lip.“Touch me.If you feel nothing, if you show no reaction, I’ll accept your boring heterosexuality and never proposition you again.”
His jaw tenses, mouth parting like he’s about to issue a warning.But nothing comes.Only silence.Breathing.That pulse in his neck.
“Look, I have one good hand, and it’s not going anywhere.”I ease my waistband down with that hand, enough to bare myself to him.My cock stands against the flat of my stomach.“I won’t touch you.Not unless you beg me.”
He stares, unblinking.
“Come on, Wolf.”I fold my good arm behind my head and give him the full show of my body.“Let me be the first.Make a memory out of me.”
Still, he says nothing.But he doesn’t look away, not even when he shifts closer.
His curious fingertips brush my chest, one nail dragging down my sternum, slow and deliberate.A tease of sensation that leaves me gasping.I arch beneath him, dizzy from fever and lust.
He follows the centerline of my torso, down, down, until he reaches the coarse hair above the base of my cock.
Pausing, he meets my eyes.“You willnottouch me.”
“I swear it.”
