“Taking care of the sick, talking in soft tones, feeding them soup, and holding their hands?”
“Theoretically,” I say primly, “I would do such things, were I not a lady living in a manor in the middle of nowhere and the sick having their wives and husbands to look after them.”
His eyes twinkle. “I see.”
I have to stand on a rock to examine the bandage and find it crusted with dried blood. When I untie it, it comes off with only a light tug, and although some fresh blood seeps from the wound, a sniff tells me it’s healthy.
“Will I live?” Now he’s grinning. “I told you I heal fast.”
“Did you? I must have missed that.”
“You should check the rest of me. I might be fatally wounded elsewhere.”
“I’m not looking inside your pants,” I say, “so forget it.”
His grin widens. “What if my cock is wounded and in need of your gentle care?”
Gods, I love his grin. His smiles, his smirks, his grins. Everything.
“Yourcock,” I say with a shiver, because ladies don’t use such words and don’t have such conversations, “is not wounded.”
“How would you know what…? Wait. Say that again,” he demands.
“Not wounded?”
He huffs. “Cock. Say,Your cock.”
“Why?”
“Because I love hearing it from your prim little mouth.”
I stiffen. “No way.”
“Come on, princess. Humor a wounded man.”
“You’re terrible.”
“So I’m told.”
I swallow hard. Glance down, then quickly look away. “Your… cock.” I lick my lips. “Is…”
“Is what?”
“Fine.”
“It is very fine,” he agrees, his grin reaching his ears. “On the large side, of course, as werewolf cocks tend to be.”
“Is that so?” I have to lick my lips and swallow again. My mouth has gone bone dry.
“I’d show you and let you measure it, but it’s not appropriate. Am I right?”
“Not appropriate at all,” I agree.
“There you go. I was sure you would say that. I’m obviously a very inappropriate man. These social restrictions really suck all the joy out of life, don’t you think?”
“I…” Gods, he’s right. He’s right, and I want to see his cock and press my body to his, but that’s the worst possible idea.
I’m full of them lately, all these terrible ideas, like smiling when Valen smiles, like craving his teasing, feeling so safe and at peace around him.
