“But I’m supposed to meet a boat on Monday. If I’m not there, they’ll come looking for me.”
He didn’t respond as he started opening up the animal with one of his black claws. I held in my gag reflex at the sight of the blood oozing out of the gaping wound. And then he just started pulling out entrails and tossing them aside.
“They won’t find you.” His tone was stoic, as if this was the most pointless conversation he’d ever heard. What a strange thing to realize, given the fact he wasn’t even human, and it wasn’t like he had anything else to do.
Wolf cut off pieces of meat and started cooking them over the fire. And although I knew he liked his raw, he never ate before me after that first time. He waited until I got my fill before he ate.
I hated and loved how that made me feel, how it softened my heart slightly toward him.
But the truth was if I took away the fact he kidnapped me and was holding me hostage—which were pretty big damn cons in his corner—Wolf had only ever taken care of me.
He made me his priority with shelter and warmth and food… and, of course, pleasure.
Nightly,he’d taken me to the pond where we’d wash and he’d all but rip the clothes from me to wash them. He didn’t care that I told him—demanded—he take me back to the cabin, and if he did, I’d have more of a variety.
I stopped bringing it up when he said he’d much rather I go naked.
It had only taken me two days of having to wash in the pond like an animal, and of course, watching him touch himself in the most obscene manner, before I’d quickly gotten over being self-conscious. It was all just skin, right?
And what was the point of caring about that kind of stuff when, in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter?
Besides… Wolf was very adamant about touching every inch of my body and giving me at least two orgasms before he let me go to sleep.
He’d slowly remove my clothing, run those big furry paws over every inch of me, growling low and in a way that had my pussy so wet it was embarrassing the effect he had on me. Then there was the whole jerking off like an obscene bastard as he watched me. He got off on being an exhibitionist.
As I imagined that, I felt my face heat.
I cleared my throat. “You don’t care if anyone comes looking for me? What if they find us and capture you to do crazy experiments or something?” At the thought of that, my stomach went sour and my heart started beating a funny tempo.
I didn’t like the thought of someone hurting him.
“Let them come,” he grumbled out and turned the meat, the continued sizzle of it cooking on the rock overly loud. “If they are smart and clever enough to find my lair,” he said slowly and looked at me. “And think they can take you from me…” he paused, his voice ominous. “They can fight me and see if they win.” His voice dropped lower. “They won’t. But they can try. I’ll rip their heads clean off their necks and feast on their blood.”
He went back to cutting off strips of meat, his mannerisms like what he’d just told me was everyday conversation.
I stared at the fire, lost in my own thoughts. I reached up and started braiding my hair, something I’d been doing the last two days to keep the tangles at bay.
In fact, I’d had to resort to really roughing it up in every aspect. Brushing my teeth with mint leaves he brought me, using sand along the edge of the pond to scrub myself before rubbing my skin with these pungent leaves he gave me, which I guess acted like soap.
When I glanced up, he had his gaze locked on the motion of me braiding the locks.
“Will you teach me?” His deep voice had my thighs involuntarily clenching. I was like Pavlov’s dog when it came to him. Just a rough growl from Wolf and my pussy perked right up.
“You want to learn to do my hair?”
He grunted and gave a nod of his boxy head.
“But why?” I felt my brows pull low in confusion.
“I want to care for you in all ways, and that includes ensuring you don’t have tangles.”
Oh God.There went my heart, doing that funny beat in my chest again.
I glanced away, my face burning. I hadn’t blushed so much in my life. “Okay,” I whispered, not allowing myself to look at him because I knew that would cause my brain to turn to mush and any self-control vanish. “I’ll teach you.” I closed my eyes and breathed out.
A long pause filled the cave, and I focused on the fire again before I tried one last time.
“Will you take me to my cabin?” I glanced at him again. “Please? I want my things. My sketchbook and pencils, my clothes, my comb and toothbrush and just… all my shit, Wolf.”