When he resumes undressing, stripping off that final piece, my thoughts go up in smoke. I lean forward, my breasts pressed to my knees, watching in my turn as he unlaces his underpants and pushes them down. His cock springs up, long, thick, and hard. Veined. So aggressively erect and so… male. It tears a gasp from my throat and sends a sweet ache between my legs.
I’ve seen it before, but never so… in my face. So close. Directed at me.
Never while naked myself, inviting this interaction. Causing this inappropriate situation, and yet, finding it difficult to regret it.
I feel a little drunk, a little crazy. Somehow, being around Valen always makes me feel that way. Reckless. Throwing caution to the wind. Shedding more and more layers of propriety and decorum, the same way I shed my clothes just now.
The same way I lean back as he lifts his leg and steps into the tub. So very much in my face, his cock, his balls, his muscularthighs, nicked with fine scars, his hard stomach. His musky, masculine scent is everywhere, flooding my senses as much as his solid presence, his tall body like a tree rooted in front of me. I could lift my hand and curl it around the heavy sack, around the thick rod of his erection, slide it over the lightly furred muscles of his legs.
But he lowers himself into the steaming water before I can give in to that temptation, too.
Naughty girl, Rosie. Stop this. Get out of the tub and get dressed. Stop all of this.
But I’m still looking at him, at the way he leans back with a sigh of contentment, the way he tips his head against the rim of the wooden tub. The water reaches up to his pecs, his small brown nipples, and the perfect architecture of his chest. I never knew I’d be so compelled by a man’s body, that raw strength, those hard lines, planes, and valleys.
I’d never seen a bare-chested man before Valen. Noblemen don’t undress in public, and I’ve never had any interest in peeking, either. Men have only interested me as a different species, of sorts, a variant of my female one. Heads set on broad shoulders and elaborate suits with shirts, vests, jackets, and foulards. Impossible to tell what really went on below the neck.
Now I know. And unexpectedly, I find the rough, brutish form of Valen’s body beautiful. I love the coiled strength in his big muscles, the long limbs, and the pleasing symmetry of wide shoulders and chest narrowing down to slim hips and muscular legs, and…
And the arousal that’s so blatantly evident and that he doesn’t bother to hide. He never hid his desire from me. His desireforme.
The metal in his cock draws my attention. Fascinated, I lean forward for a chance to study it from up close. It’s not a stud, I realize. It’s a silver bar piercing the crown of his cock.
“Princess…” His mouth tilts up in a smile. The gold of his irises glints under his lashes. “You’re looking at me, Princess.”
“Nonsense. I’m not.” Hurriedly, I pull back.
“You’ve been looking at me for days.”
I bite my lip. “Not true.”
“You’re still looking.”
I lower my eyes, my face too hot. “Fine, I am. So what? Am I not allowed to?”
“You like what you see.”
It’s not a question, yet I nod.
“You like this flawed werewolf body, with its marks and piercings. You like my cock that’s always hard for you. Do you like the silver there?”
“I…” I want to say no, but I don’t know how I feel about it. The stud in his tongue flashes when he sticks it out at me. “What’s with the metal in your body?”
He laughs. “What about it? Don’t you like it?”
“Is it… the pain? The discomfort? The burn of silver? Do you enjoy that?”
He appears pensive, his eyes going distant. “Do you know how sometimes pain or discomfort makes everything seem… sharper? More intense?”
I shake my head.
“Well, it does. Pain sometimes cuts through the cold numbness and… gives me relief. Relief is close to pleasure. It’s a triangle of sensations. And…”
“And?”
He grabs the rim of the tub and sits up straight, then winks. “And it gives the ladies great pleasure.”
“How so? It doesn’t…” I bite my tongue because I can’t even imagine what he means, and he seems to know way too much. If he starts telling me about the ladies he has pleasured, I think Imight lose what little self-confidence I’ve gained and just get out of here.
