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“Are you kidding me?” I snap back.
“Don’t be shy, sweet lips. Many women who meet me want to, and seeing as we are both naked, I give you permission.”
My mouth hangs open at his arrogance and directness. I’ve never had anyone talk to me the way these Alphas do—mostly because I never grew up with Alphas. They’re full of smugness and are always propositioning me. And my body betrays me, of course, lighting up in a fiery blaze on the inside at the smallest of touches.
I raise a brow, hardening my expression. “I’m sure you’re well versed in touching your own cock.”
He bursts out laughing like he’s the king of mirth, grasping a hand over his stomach while he enjoys himself.
What the hell is wrong with him?
“I knew you couldn’t stop thinking about my cock. And I was talking about you touching my guns.” He smiles deviously as he flexes his biceps.
“Sure you were.” I splash him with water, drenching his face and chest, but he keeps laughing at his own stupid joke. Seriously, I should have known he was the joker of the Alphas. When he keeps chuckling, I change the topic.
“Are there Vikings in your bloodline?” I ask, staring at this mountain of a man scrubbing his face. The water reaches his waist, his biceps flexing with huge muscles. His chest is easily twice the width of mine, with light hair across powerful pecs. His stomach ripples with more muscles. With his sandy blond hair draping over his shoulders and strong angular cheekbones, hescreamsViking.
“My ancestors are said to have been Vikings, yes.” He lowers his head to look my way, waiting for my reason for asking.
“I’m curious about your wolf,” I begin. “There are stories about Berserkers, fierce warriors known for going into a battle in blind rage, howling like wild animals, biting their weapons.”
“And you think I lose control when I take my wolf form?”
I shrug. “Do you ever feel that call from the past? Mama once told me the wolf that forms inside us is a creation of our bloodline.”
“She was a smart woman, and correct. If my pa still lived, he’d tell you that Berserkers live fiercely in our bloodline.” He snorts a laugh, as if he’s remembered something about o father.
I can’t stop thinking about him calling my mama smart. From what I’ve seen, most males see women as property, things to be claimed. So for him to say this leaves me curious to understand more about who he really is.
“My pa trusted only those in his pack, which was why he kept a small tribe. But sometimes trust isn’t enough to save you from death when the enemy is bigger than you. It’s one of the reasons I joined Dušan. He believes in building a large community of wolves to make us all stronger.” He smiles at me as though even the sorrowful talk about his father can’t bring him down.
“I’m sorry about you losing your father.”
He shrugs. “Shit happens when you live in a broken world.”
“If there’s one thing all the survivors in this world have in common, it’s that we’ve all witnessed the deaths of our loved ones. And that stays with you.”
He turns from me abruptly and walks out of the river. “Time to get out,” he orders, clearly not liking the direction of our conversation. “Before you turn into a prune.”
After he wrings his clothes of water, he kneels on the wild grasses near several large boulders, where he proceeds to place his clothes to dry in the sun.
Still clutching onto my clothes, I climb out, holding them against me as a shield, feeling insecure about walking naked in front of this hunky wolf.
All wolves insist that being naked is normal, but it sure as hell isn’t for me. I’m the woman who’s never transformed, so nakedness doesn’t come so naturally to me.
Bardhyl’s eyes are on me. Always on me. I shuffle forward and hastily lay my clothes out to dry on the warm rock, then sit down quicker than I have my entire life. My heart is pounding loudly, and so much of it has to do with how attracted I find myself to this wolf.
He’s flexing his muscles again.
I can’t help but laugh at him. “Do women really ask if they can touch your muscles?”
“Why does that surprise you?”
“It’s not something I would ever do.”
“Yeah, but you aren’t exactly the typical wolf shifter, either, my cupcake. You grew up living alone out here.”
I eye him carefully. “Not sure if that’s meant to be a compliment or insult.”
