Page 82 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

I try to push him away. My hands flat against his chest, shoving hard. He doesn’t budge.

“I told you I’m not into guys,” I say it again.

He laughs, breathless and bitter. “Sure, Wolf. You’re not into guys. You just like to suck their cock.”

I shove harder. “Fuck you.”

“That’s exactly where this is going.” His hand slides down from my hip, finds the laces of my breeches. “We’re perfect for each other, you know that?”

“No we’re not—”

His mouth cuts me off, hot and demanding against my throat. Not a kiss, but teeth. Biting down on the nape of my neck hard enough to make me gasp.

“Stop lying to yourself,” he mutters against my skin. His fingers are working my laces loose now. “Stop lying to me.”

He trails a path from my collarbone down to my chest, nibbling and sucking along the way. A delicious tingle spreads down my spine and my eyelids are growing heavy. His mouth finds my nipple. I feel his teeth close around it and my hips jerk forward sharply.

“Garrett—”

He flicks his tongue over my sore nipple and I shudder at the sensation.

“We’re the same,” he mutters against my heated skin. “Both pretending to be something we’re not. Both so fucking scared of wanting.”

Another stroke sends my knees buckling. I nearly collapse to the ground. This is too much.

His hand slips inside my loosened breeches. I feel his fingers brush against bare skin, wrapping around my cock.

“Wait, please—”

“Shh…Let me see you.” He pushes the fabric down my hips. I’m completely exposed now, cock hard and leaking in his hand.

Shame burns through me. I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone.

“Don’t look at me,” I manage.

“Why not?” He strokes me once. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m not.” I gasp.

“You are.” His thumb swipes over the head, gathering wetness. “Look at how hard you are for me. How perfect.”

I turn my face away, unable to meet his eyes.

His hand tightens on my cock, forcing my attention back. “Wolf. Look at me.”

I don’t want to. But something in his voice makes me obey.

His eyes are dark with want, fixed on where his hand wraps around me. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful. I want to see every inch of you.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I grit out, trembling against the tree.

“Why would I do that when I have you to fuck?” His grip tightens as he says it.

A branch snaps somewhere in the distance. It’s probably just a deer, but it’s enough to make me tense.

“Someone might see us,” I try to push him away.

Garrett pauses, then chuckles raspy and deep. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that, Wolf?”