Page 21

“It’s our blood. We all run warm.”

He grumbled under his breath, snuggling closer, and I bit back a smile. This was something I always hoped for. It took work not to let myself get carried away. I still didn’t know if we were compatible in all aspects. I didn’t know how to ask to try. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.

He shoved aside a few furs to get closer to me, and I got a better feel of his body pressed against mine. He wasn’t muscled, like my brothers. He was soft and slim. He had no beard, even after a week, and his blue-brown eyes were captivating. He was beautiful, and my body reacted without my say so. And Simon was not polite enough to pretend he didn’t notice.

“For someone not interested in males, you seem really happy to see me,” he teased, his voice a low purr that drew a shiver from me. I didn’t understand my reaction to him. I’d never reacted to any other male like that before, but I chose not to question it.

“You are not like other males,” I murmured, running my knuckles along his soft cheek. His eyes fluttered a little at thecaress, and he leaned into me even more. I wanted to gather him closer, plaster him against me, but I wasn’t sure he’d want that.

“I am a male, though,” he said, punctuating his point by pushing his hips against mine. I felt his arousal, and while I was unused to it, I wasn’t turned off. I liked the very obvious way his body showed his interest. I didn’t have to question what his looks meant.

I hummed instead of answering, since I still didn’t know what to say. I ran my fingers along his jaw and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip, my gaze locked on his mouth. His lips parted on a quick intake of breath, and his eyes became heavy-lidded. I wondered what he’d taste like. Would it be so different?

Simon’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, and my cock twitched. Why was that so sexy?

He chuckled, low and throaty, and pushed lightly on my shoulder. I went willingly; if he wanted space, then I would not force him, but he came with me, straddling my hips and hovering over me with his hands planted on either side of my head.

“I should warn you. Every curious man who’s crawled into my bed never wanted to leave it in the end. Are you sure you’re willing to play this game with me?”

My lip twitched against a scowl. I did not wish to hear about those other men. I was under no illusion that he was untouched. I had my own experience with lovemaking. But I preferred not to think about it. Right now, I wanted his sole focus to be on me.

“Promise me you won’t mention that again, and I’ll let you do as you wish.”

His eyebrows jumped a little, and a slow, smug grin overtook his face. “Alright, big guy. You want the shy, innocent virgin, I can give you that.”

I frowned, capturing his hips before he could pull away. “That isn’t what I meant.”

He paused, studying me with a frown. “What? What did you mean, then?”

Sliding my hands up his back, I drew him closer and twisted, putting him beneath me. I stroked my fingers gently through the hair at his temples, taking in his beauty.

“I do not wish to pretend you are anyone other than yourself. I just don’t want you thinking of anyone but me,” I admitted softly.

Understanding flashed across his face, and he wrinkled his nose. “Have you seen yourself? Do you really think I’d be thinking of anyone else? I’d have to be blind to?—”

I cut him off by slamming my lips against his. I was glad I wasn’t the only one feeling desire. I was sure Simon had been with men much more handsome than me, but even if he was pretending, it felt better to be told he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Thirteen

SIMON

Iwasn’t sure why Feigrind was suddenly changing his mind about sex, but I wasn’t about to turn him down. I was bored out of my mind, and I’d always thought he was sexy. I’d have to be insane to turn him down.

I did feel his trepidation, though. He wasn’t the only first timer I’d dealt with, and I knew when to push and when to back off. I didn’t want to just take control and overwhelm him—I wanted to make it good for him. So I started slowly, trailing my tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for entry. He didn’t strike me as a complete virgin, so I didn't need to hold back on this part. I stroked my tongue over his, giving as good as he gave me. He relaxed slowly but surely, sinking into it, and groaned when I pushed closer and let him grind his cock against my hip. I was itching to get my hands on that gorgeous specimen, but I held back. This needed to be at his pace.

Waiting for him to give me a sign that he was ready for something new was key, and when he started rocking his hips, I followed his lead, shifting to align our cocks. He grunted insurprise, then did it again, letting out another groan of approval.That’s it, handsome. Don’t think. Just feel.

It felt good for me too, and a part of me wanted to just lose myself in the sensation, but after days without any release, I wasn’t interested in a quick frot. I wanted to get fucked, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got him inside me or he had enough.

Breaking off the kiss, I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t get overwhelmed right now, but it was so hard to focus when he was rocking against me in just the right way. Determined to get the upper hand, I pushed on his shoulder like I had before, encouraging him onto his back. For a second, it seemed like he wanted to ignore me, which made me grin, but eventually he gave in to my demands and rolled over.

Swinging my leg over him, I straddled him, this time sitting on the ridge of his cock. His breathing stuttered and his hands moved to my hips, flexing slightly like he wanted to move me, but was unsure of himself. I gave him what he wanted, undulating my hips and smirking when he groaned again. While he was distracted, I pulled off my tunic and tossed it aside. It’d be the first test for him. I was missing a few parts for him to pretend I was a woman. I wasn’t hairy like some men, but I definitely wasn’t a woman.

Feigrind looked me over, his gaze like a hot touch along my skin. He didn't look disappointed with what he saw. I’d be pissed if he was. Grabbing his hand, I pressed it to my chest, encouraging him to touch.

“The sensitive spots are pretty much the same. Follow your instincts.”

His brow furrowed a little, and he sat up, keeping one big arm around my waist, so I stayed where I was in his lap. He caught my lips in another kiss, then drew away to watch as he slid his hand over my skin.