She nods her head and takes another sip, but I can see the excitement in her eyes. “Yes. It’s the reason I was coming this way. I was hoping to run into one. Maybe find out what they’re like.”
“Why?” I growl the question, thinking of her taking another shifter male. The thought of her wanting someone else makes me want to prove how much stronger and better I am than everyone else.
She shrugs her shoulder and sets the now empty bowl down. She picks up a piece of fruit. “I don’t know. My life, um, kind of sucked where I was, and I was looking for a change.” She bites her lip as if nervous about what to tell me. “I guess I thought something magical might be just what I needed. I know that sounds silly.”
“It’s not silly,” I interject. She can want whatever she likes. I’ll be the one to give it to her.
“Thanks.”
The smile she gives me makes me want to tell her she found a shifter, but maybe she isn’t ready for that yet. But I like seeing her smile.
I watch her nibble on the fruit until she says she’s finished. Then I stand and pick her up in my arms.
“Bleu, what are you doing?”
“Bath. You need a soak.”
When I pick her up, her legs go around my waist again, and I feel her naked heat pressing against my loose shorts. There isn’t much keeping her * from me, and the thought of breeding her makes my cock lengthen and harden.
Lowering her a little so I can feel her heat against me, I hear a little gasp leave her lips. I’m sure she knows what it is, but she doesn’t say anything as I carry her to the bathroom.
Once inside, I set her down on the counter and take a step back. She looks down at the obvious tent in the front of my loose shorts, but I don’t say anything. It’s only natural that my body would respond to hers in this way. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, so it must be pretty common for males to have erections around her.
I reach around to turn on the water for the tub. It’s a giant log that’s been hollowed out, and it’s big enough for even me to stretch out in. I add some fresh lavender to the water to help her relax, and then I lumber back to where she’s sitting. I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over her head.
Seeing her big breasts again makes me think of them full with milk, and I lick my lips. To taste them would be an honor, and I’m hoping she allows me to do that once I’ve proven I’m a good mate for her.
I pick her up, and once again her legs go around my waist, but this time she pushes down a little so that my prominent erection rubs against her. Her hard nipples rub against my chest. Breathing deeply, I can smell her heat, and I realize she may have need.
“Are you needing me, Lola? Would you like my mouth or cock?”
Chapter 5 Lola
I stare at him in shock. Did he just say what I think he did? His face is completely neutral, like he just offered to get me a cup of coffee rather than announced that he wants to pleasure me. Was that normal to him?
His eyes lock on mine, then drop to my lips. I can tell from his hard-on that he likes the idea, but I’m thrown by how easily he offered to do that. I don’t like it, and it sparks something deep inside me. Jealousy.
“Can you put me down please?” I ask, but when I wiggle, his very hard cock rubs against me again. I have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep myself from moaning and showing that I liked it.
He reluctantly puts me down in the tub, and I bring my knees to my chest, trying to cover myself a little. Wow. How has this flipped so fast? He studies me for a second, then turns, heading out of the bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief and lie back in the tub. The thing is massive, but it would have to be to fit him.
I close my eyes as the warm water starts to rise higher and higher on my skin, relaxing my muscles. When I feel something touch my leg, I almost jump out of the tub, but Bleu grabs me, stopping me.
“Bathrooms are unsafe. I’ll make sure next time I have a towel in here before I leave you alone. You’ll hurt yourself.” He says it like he wasn’t the one who just scared the shit out of me.
“I wouldn’t have jumped if you hadn’t scared me.” I put my hand to my chest, trying to calm my heartbeat. “How does someone your size move so quietly?”
“I see. Your hearing isn’t as good as mine. I’ll take care to always make noise when I move around you so as not to startle you.” He grabs some soap and rubs it on the washcloth in his hand, then starts rubbing it down my leg, washing me. I don’t know what to make of this man.
“I can wash myself,” I tell him and reach for the towel, but he just goes farther down my leg and away from my grasp.