He’s beautiful.
Torren’s honey-colored skin makes me lick my lips, and the curves of his muscles glisten under the harsh lighting. His black hair has a blue sheen under the intense illumination. He slides his jeans down, revealing the globes of his ass, and all I want to do is get on my knees and eat him out.
If I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t stop with his ass. I’d lick wherever he’d let me. The idea of submitting to Torren and worshiping him makes a fire blaze in the base of my stomach.
He’s entirely naked until he slips his boots back on over his socks, and I nearly expire right there on the steps. The image of my brute with nothing but a pair of boots on is enough to send me into cardiac arrest.
My heart thunders in my chest. I want to approach, but the beauty of his naked body glues me to the floor. All I can do is gaze upon this perfect specimen of a man and hope to Godthis is the night he decides to take me.
He struts away, snapping me out of my trance. I emerge from the shadows and rush toward the check-in area. I’m frantic, desperate not to lose him.
“Hi,” I awkwardly say.
A man and woman stand before me. I can’t tell if they’re actually twins or if their dyed hair, matching angel wings, and bored expressions just make them look that way.
Without breaking eye contact with me, the girl pulls a bag from under the desk and says, “Strip,” before gazing at her enormous sparkly nails.
My disrobing is nowhere near as sexy as Torren’s was. I’m clumsy, shaking with nerves as I rip off my clothes with the grace of a newborn horse.
The attendants watch my ridiculous display, each with a single raised eyebrow.
I’m finally naked, and I take a moment to slide back on my high tops. I’m handed the bag, and I toss my stuff in. The male attendant writes the number that corresponds to my bag with a black marker on my arm, then signals me to enter.
I rush in. He’s here, and I can’t lose him. I want him to see me, naked and vulnerable. He wants me. I know it, and I just need to—
A crowd of people parts, revealing Torren.
He stands in the middle of the floor, like a gladiator awaiting his challenger. With outstretched arms, he motions his head up ever so slightly and says, “Who wants to play?” in a voice that would make even the most rabid dog heel.
I speak before my mind knows what it’s doing. “I do.”
He whips his gaze to me. His face shudders. A moment of shock is followed by a sly smile.
Torren’s gaze rakes over my body, and then he cracks his neck. “Little boy, you chose the wrong night to come here.”
Chapter 13
Torren
Felix stands before me, completely naked, and it’s hard to believe that he’s even more beautiful than I imagined. His slender, long body, covered in pale skin, looks like something Michelangelo would have carved from marble. Without his clothes, I can truly see his shape—he has surprisingly broad shoulders and a thin waist that leads to long, toned legs. Need floods my bloodstream, my body growing hot.
This is when I’m supposed to stop.
But the mischievous glint in Felix’s eyes hypnotizes me. He stares at me, challenging me to make a move, proving that he chose this. He sought me out andwantsthis.
Felix’s eyes widen as I close the distance between us. I walk slowly. Menacingly. Giving him the time he needs to turn on his heels and run as far away from me as possible, but he doesn’t.
He moves toward me.
We close the distance between us and meet beneath a pale spotlight that moves ever so slightly due to the ventilation system.
My hand slowly rises and connects with his neck. Not tightly—just enough to give him one last chance to flee, but he doesn’t. His eyes roll back, and he releases a satisfied sigh that makes my monster purr.
The Torren I am by day screams in my mind, begging me to let him go and get the hell out of here, but the beast inside speaks instead. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” My voice is unrecognizable. Each word I speak is delivered within the hot exhale of a growl. “I didn’t want you to see me like this, Felix. Why couldn’t you stay away?”
Felix replies, his voice slightly strained from the pressure of my hand on his throat. “Because I want it. Give it to me, Torren. Please.”
That’s when the last tether of restraint I have snaps.
