He stared at me through his lashes. I could see his breathing pick up at my demands. It could have been the cold, but I swore a rosy tint graced his stern features.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I smirked. “Now keep those hands on your knees unless I tell you otherwise.”
To my surprise, he obeyed.
I slipped my hand under the fabric of his pants, his hot skin making the tips of my fingers burn as the blood flowed back to them. He was already erect, the only thing keeping him restrained was his trousers.
I let go of his face so I could pop the buttons of his jacket loose. “Put it on me,” I instructed.
He slipped the coat the rest of the way off. It was a long, dark coat, and it was lined with some type of fur. When he draped it over my shoulders, his hands lingered by my neck.
“Now put those hands back on your knees; you aren’t allowed to touch,” I whispered, nipping softly at his neck as I stroked his cock. He was getting wet already from the little stimulation I was allowing him. My other hand smoothed over his chest, then his waistband. A hard object was tucked away from reach.
He turned his head to look at what I was touching but I bit his lip, letting out a playful moan. “What did I say about staying still?”
He couldn’t take his eyes off my lips.
I kissed him, locking our lips as I stroked his length, eliciting a whimper from him. The sound alone made me smirk. The coat against my skin was reminiscent of his body heat.
He kissed me back, but the tension in his shoulders made it clear how badly he wanted to touch.
Not today, Creature.
I seized the hard object tucked into his waistband, a hunter’s knife. The blade sank through his band and into his thigh.
He bared his fangs at me, distracted by the piece of metal pinning his limbs together. He tried to get up, but the blade twisted in his leg.
I retreated, pulling his coat closer over my shoulders.
I ran, taking off for the clearing by the house. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears, feel it through my limbs. I hadn’t had a kick of adrenaline like that in some time, and I had even gotten a new coat as a result. The branches of shrubs and leafless saplings whipped at my legs and arms as the tree line came in sight. Closer and closer, until I could almost throw myself into the wide-open clearing.
Just as I could touch freedom, it was ripped from me.
Silas scruffed me by the collar of the coat, like I was a misbehaving pet.
Throwing me to the ground wasn’t enough to keep me still. He placed his shoe on my pelvis to keep me down. He held the bloodied knife, inspecting it carefully. “Look what you’ve done now.” His tone was one of disappointment.
“Youbeast!” I screamed at him, grabbing a handful of snow and hurling it at him.
He lazily dropped the knife in the snow.
My hand snapped to grab it, only for it to be just out of reach.
He put more pressure down as I reached, the track of his shoe rubbing against all the sensitive places. “Keep going,” he taunted, “your limbs would sooner freeze than break free from me.”
“If it means you won’t have me, so be it,” I huffed, gathering the coat closed over my chest, panting from a sudden wave of exhaustion.
“Is that so?” He removed his shoe, bending his knee down in the snow in front of me.
I took advantage of the change in position to lunge for the knife, and he yanked me back by my legs, but it was too late; the knife was pointed directly at him.
“Oh? I was going to suggest a safe word, but I suppose this works, too,” he laughed, amused at the knife gleaming at him. “You won’t use it.”
“Try me.”
He crawled closer, both of us covered in dustings of snow. His leather-clad hand reached forward, and I placed the tip of the knife against his neck. Even then, he didn’t stop, but he was extremely aware of its position.
His finger skimmed against my chest, the cold, smooth leather brushing across my nipple. They were cold, and his touches made me painfully aware of how stiff they’d become. It was beginning to hurt, the chill hard to ignore.
