“This is not a dream,” she teased, grinning as she started to lift the shirt higher, almost to the bottom of her breasts.
“This ain’t real. You are too fuckin’ pretty. Fuck. I mean I knew you were pretty but oh fuck I can’t stop talkin’. I never thought I would be a nervous talker. Normally I can’t find a fuckin’ word to save my fuckin’ life. And now I’m cursin’, and you know I don’t like to do that in front of you, but fuckin’ hell, Little Witch, I can’t stop talkin’, so if you could do somethin’ to make me stop talkin’, then—”
He was rambling, but she knew exactly how to silence him.
Violet tugged the shirt up and over her head, revealing her breasts to him in all their glory. So much of her skin was covered in ink, but her breasts were free of it, the ink stopping just above her cleavage. The same could not be said for underneath, with a tattoo going between her breasts, the violets and ivy swirling down to her sides.
Did he like the ink? Probably, he would, but his attention was definitely on her nipples.
“You know, if you like talking so much,” Violet teased, trying to ignore any sense of self doubt that might creep in from suddenly being naked in front of her soulmate for the first time. “You could always... tell me what to do.”
She wanted to know if he had it in him. If the man who she had teasingly calledsirwould rise to the occasion...
“Underwear. Take those off and toss them to me.” His voice was rougher and deeper, commanding.
She really liked that.
Shivering a little, because of his voice and for no other reason, Violet hooked a thumb into the edge of her underwear and pushed them down. They were nothing nice, nothing like she would have imagined showing her soulmate, but she doubted either of them cared what color her underwear were. She bent down with them, only glancing away from his eyes for a second as she stepped out of them, then tossed the lingerie over to the couch. Henrik caught them easily and lifted them to his nose, taking in a deep breath.
His eyes flashed a golden yellow, and as he looked up at her, she could see something turning in his head, something that was turning him far more wolfish than man.
“I can smell how close you are to ovulatin’, Little Witch. Only a few days away. Been drivin’ me mad the past few months, but to smell it now, so ripe, so fresh...”
“Henrik...” she breathed out, shivering at the sound of his voice. “Is that something you want?”
“Are you askin’ me if I wanna fuck you when you’re ripe and ready for me to breed you? Hell, Little Witch, don’t ask me to talk about shit I’ve been fantasizin’ about since I knew what breedin’ even was.”
If she had felt weak in the knees before, now, she felt nearly unable to stand at all. That sort of talk was dangerous. It was the sort of talk that would have her crawling across the floor, begging for him to do it. Begging for him to burn everything around them, just for a chance...
“We are going to have to pocket that conversation for later,” Violet begged, knowing that if they went any further...
Kids? With Henrik? She had always known that if shehadchildren, it would be with him, but she had spent so long unable to touch another human being, without knowing where he was...
She hadn’t actually thought about it as an adult... and thinking about children while standing naked in front of her soulmate was probably not the best time for it.
“Sit down in that chair right there and put your feet up on the coffee table,” Henrik ordered, gesturing at the leather chair she was standing near.
Violet quickly moved to sit down and set her feet up on the table, although she coyly kept her knees together.
“Spread them, Little Witch. You knew what I meant.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a smirk, and a little too much sass.
Henrik’s eyes lit up as he breathed in hard, egging her on. He said nothing, though, so she didn’t comment.
She knew that she was wet for him, already turned on by their teasing, but she wondered what he thought. Wondered what his expectations were. They were both untouched, untried, living only with stupid hopes and dreams and fantasies, and maybe a little porn. Did he know what to expect of a woman? Was she what he had been expecting? Was he going to be bothered by her unshaved sex? Bothered by the fact she hadn’t shaved her legs at all the past few weeks?
She waited for him to comment, for him to say something, when he finally cleared his throat and half rolled half fell off the couch, only to scramble back onto it, now sitting up properly and shoving his sweatpants down.
“Fuck, I hope I’m—” She didn’t hear what else he was muttering, but she didn’t really care what he had to say. If he had any self doubt, she was about to wash it away. His cock was free from his pants, as long and thick as she had imagined, as she had felt through clothing. He was uncut, as she always knew him to be, but something about seeing him naked now with his dick hard was completely contrary to seeing him naked and shifting into a wolf.
He wasn’t exactly small while soft, but wow, he also really grew.
She ached to touch herself, to get herself off, but she really wanted him to tell her, wanted him to order her on what to do...
Then again, maybe she should just start, and see what he said.
Her position was a little awkward, with the top of her legs pressing against her belly and her belly rolls and breasts crunching up to keep her from keeping her moves super sexy in a way she imagined other women could be, but given how Henrik was staring, she really doubted he cared. Spreading herself with two fingers, she teased herself with the middle one, down and then back up, exposing her slit and swollen clit to him.