He nudged his hips again, just to be sure.
Nothing but softness. There could be no mistake.
“Ray” was a female.
His eyes flicked to Ray’s face at the realization, looking over the fine features with a new light.
Silky black brows slashed elegantly over exotically shaped eyes, the lashes long and straight, making shadows on translucently pale cheeks. A small pink mouth seemed so much fuller and softer now that it was lax with…unconsciousness (he felt that pang of guilt again), instead of always pressed into a serious line while awake.
The neck was…
Wolfe grimaced and silently sent an apology.
Even in the scattering of moonlight, he could see that Ray’s neck was developing colorful bruises the size of his hands wrapped around it. He could only pray to any gods who’d listen that he hadn’t inflicted more permanent damage.
His eyes skimmed lower.
Narrow shoulders tapered to a narrow chest. Earlier, when he’d put his ear to it to listen for the heartbeat, he’d noticed in passing that it was softer than he would expect.
Not that he’d pressed up against a great number of chests to compare with, but it felt different even for a prepubescent boy. He could detect just the slightest mound beneath the tunic.
Not over-thinking it, he placed both palms on Ray’s chest now, his hands more than covering the entire torso, it was so small.
There were definitely two of them.
Soft, slight mounds on the left and right side of the chest. Reflexively, his thumbs rubbed over them, catching the faint, hardening points of nipples.
Wolfe wasn’t usually this slow. Especially with the fairer sex. Granted, the type of women he usually encountered, who liked to “encounter” him in return, were always buxom, with plenty of curves and meat on their bones.
But with his hands on Ray’s chest, or rather—breasts—and his hips nestled between her thighs, his groin hardening against her soft, sweet notch, he finally came to the irrefutable conclusion:
Ray was most definitely female.
Which was when her eyes flared open without warning, her hands pushed against his chest with more force than he could have imagined, and her knee jabbed straight into his vulnerable crotch.
“Get off me, you oaf!”
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Rui stood over Wolfe as the big man doubled over on all fours, wheezing and coughing.
She crossed her arms over her chest defensively.
Her nipples were hard. She blamed the night’s chilliness, but she’d be lying to herself. It was becausethat manhad rubbed his paws all over her sensitive flesh.
They wouldn’t stop pointing. And tingling. And making all kinds of fuss and demands that she rub up some more against him, or get him to rub her.
Gods, did she want him to put those big, capable hands on her!
It was what awoke her. That, and the increasing pressure and heat between her thighs. In her…female parts.
His hardness had been there. So big and wonderful. The pressure was exquisite. She’d never felt anything like it in all her existence!
The pleasure of it made her eyes roll into the back of her head. If the female in her had any pretention of staying remotely dormant, there was no turning back now. The SHE was fully, breathtakingly awake.
And ridiculously aroused.
She didn’t even know what being aroused meant, and she was aroused. Every nerve in her body throbbed with wanting. Every cell seemed to grow its own heartbeat, pulsing.