Page 14 of Big Bad Wolf

Wolf watches me for a long second, something intense and searching in his expression, and then he nods. His shaggy hair falls forward with one jerk of his head before he throws it back, the strands tangling in the pointed wolf ears that remind me he’s not as human as he appears.

Human-ish. Right.

At least that’s something.

I swallow, suddenly very aware of the way my body feels, of the lingering heat that hasn’t gone away, of how he’s still looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters…

“Okay. I don’t know what you’re used to when it comes to…”

“Mating,” supplies Wolf, leaving no doubt in my mind that we’re currently on the same page—and that he’s more of an animal than he appears. Humans have sex. They fuck. Animals mate, and I’m pretty sure that’s what’s on Wolf’s mind right about now.

Oh, lord.

“Right. Mating. You can’t just… jump straight to that,” I say, grabbing the edge of my nightie, making sure I’m covered up as much as I can. “There’s… look, there’s a lead up to it. We get to know each other first.”

He taps his chest. “Wolf is Wolf,” he repeats. “Red is Red. Red is mine.”

Yeah. I got that part. Funny how he talks in the third person when he’s referring to himself and me, but he has no problem with ‘mine’…

I shake my head. “Still, you don’t just go for it. You have to make sure that we’re both ready.”

He makes a display of inhaling deeply. “Red is ready. She needs her Wolf.”

Why me? How the hell do I get myself into these predicaments? Sure, Char, search for a tiny town in Germany no one’s ever heard of, sign your life savings away, and go on a three-day camping trip in the forest that has a starring role in every fairytale ever told… and when you do, you’ll find out that the big, bad wolf has the hots for you. And, not only that, but he has a wolf’s nose and he can tell that, despite all your blustering otherwise, you’re really fucking curious about that monster dick.

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

Shit. I meant to say ‘not ever’, didn’t I?

Wolf might refer to himself in the third person, but he’s no idiot. “Later?”

“You don’t get to decide when this happens,” I tell him. “I do. That should be good enough for you.”

And that gives me time to figure out how to escape this cottage before ‘later’ becomes ‘now’.

His eyes narrow slightly. “Red chooses,” he says.

I nod.

He mimics the gesture. “Then Wolf will wait.”

Do I honestly believe that I’ve been able to put a half-man, half-wolf creature off the idea of mating with what might be the first human woman he’s seen? Not at all. Considering the village of Blackmoor made it clear that only one woman can enter the forest at a time, and that it isn’t often they open the gates to outsiders, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case. Throw in the fact that he has this strange belief that I belong to him and, yeah… Wolf wants sex and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop him if he decides that giving is for the birds and he’ll just take after all.

He’s so much bigger than I am. Impossibly stronger. And yet, as he pads around the cottage, leaving me to find sanctuary in the blankets where he first placed me, I can’t shake the vibe I get that, despite being a wolf, he’s just an overgrown puppy.

He’s constantly moving, but no matter where he goes, his eyes are always on me. He seems eager to please, almost as though he thinks he can perform a trick and, instead of a treat or a pat on his head, I’ll open my legs and invite him in.

And maybe I’m not being fair. For all I know, sex is handled differently in werewolf culture, and it never occurred to him that he couldn’t just go down on an unsuspecting female. Hell, maybe I should be grateful he didn’t shift to his skin and decide to fuck me while I was unconscious. Even more unnerving, what if he does the deed as a wolf? While I’m definitely curious about the mechanics of banging a seven-foot-tall wolf-man, I draw the line at bestiality.

Huh. Good to know I still have some limits…

There’s something wrong with me. I should be freaking out, not wondering if I could take Wolf. He’s not the biggest dick I’ve ever been with, though it’s close, and his supernatural strength would definitely be a first for me. I’ll admit, with two days to go until I can leave Blackmoor, the idea that it might come down to sleeping with Wolf before I go isn’t as horrifying as it was when I realized he might have had an ulterior motive to bringing me to his cottage, though that has everything to do with him.

Him, and the monster dick he’s swinging around as though it never occurred to him to put any clothes on.

Finally, I can’t take it any longer. Sitting in the dip created in the middle of his nest, my knees tucked to my chest to hide how I’m basically naked myself without my cloak, I gesture at his lower half.

“Can you do something about that? I keep thinking you’re going to poke out my eye or something.”