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“I’d never have thought Little Leatherface would be human.”
My heart leapt at hearing him say the name I used while fighting. He really did recognize me!
“And you’re a woman.” He murmured the words as if marveling the fact. “You intrigue me very much, my beauty. There are a lot of questions I want to ask, but right now all I can think about is how beautiful your body is. And how sensitive.” He paused. When he spoke again, his voice was a sensual purr. “Does that mean you want me very badly?”
When he lifted his head to look at me, I immediately twisted my head away to avoid his gaze. If he looked into my eyes, he’d have the mortifying answer to his question. I did want him, badly.
“Look at me, little kitty.”
The seductive invitation in those words was irresistible. The endearment was just as hypnotizing. It made me want to curl and rub my body against him, just like a little kitty. “I’m not your little kitty.” I said the words even as I found myself following his command. It was a pathetic comeback, I know. But it was all I had.
“Oh, but you are,” he countered silkily. “You may not want to admit it, but your body knows the truth.” As if proving his words, he traced my lips with his own and just like that, my body jerked as if lighting had struck it. Such a simple soft touch and yet I felt like I had been burned.
“Passionate and fierce.” I could feel his smile turning possessive. “Definitely a girl after my own cock.”
The way he had twisted the simple phrase and made it sound so wicked had me choking. How could he so easily say something like that?
My surprise had his lips twitching slightly. “You amaze me.” I could tell he meant it. He pushed closer towards me, his head bending close again. “You’re a mass of contradictions.” His whisper tickled my ears. Goosebumps popped all over my skin, and it was all I could do not to shiver.
“Do you know I loved watching you fight?”
“Y-you do?” The words came out as a gasp. It was hard not to when he was whispering his words into my ear and making my body melt as he did.
“I admired the way you didn’t let your size handicap you but instead used it to your own advantage. Of course, now that I know you’re Little Leatherface, I don’t know if I approve of you fighting—-”
“It isn’t for you to approve,” I cut him off stiffly.
He only smiled in response before saying huskily, “But I have to admit, little kitty, now that I know it was you fighting...I find your skills in the cage damn hot.”
The words had me starting in surprise, causing my body to press against him, my nipples brushing against his chest. I would never have expected him to say something like that. Most shifters were chauvinistic to the core. I had honestly expected The Masked Wolf to be that way. I would have even forgiven him if he had undermined my skills. He was a shifter, after all. He was born chauvinistic.
But instead, The Masked Wolf had openly admitted he admired the way I fought.
Maybe he was my superhero after all.
When I looked up, intending to thank him, I realized he was staring at my breasts again.
Oh crap. How the heck had I forgotten I was still half-naked in his arms? And what the heck did I have to do to make my nipples behave? They were so proudly erect it was as if they were begging to be touched.
By the time The Masked Wolf’s gaze returned to my face, I was a bag of nerves and I wetted my lips—-
“You shouldn’t have done that.” It was my only warning.
My mouth parted in surprise at his cryptic words. “What did I—-”
His lips closed over mine.
Oh...wow.
The Masked Wolf. Was. Kissing. Me.
His tongue sliding into my mouth had me gasping. Every sense I possessed came alive as he kissed me more deeply. Even as all my inhibitions tried to hold me back, it was impossible to resist the lure of his kiss.
This kiss felt like it was meant to be mine alone. This kiss felt like it could only be beautiful because he was kissing me. So tell me, how could I resist that? How could I not have my tongue tangle with his, shyly at the beginning then more boldly when I heard him groan in pleasure at the contact? How could I keep my body from writhing with each kiss, my breasts rubbing against him, my nipples turning harder and harder?
He pulled away with a rough expletive. He was breathing hard, and I tried to catch my breath even as confusion filled me. What now?
The Masked Wolf looked down at me with green eyes that glittered with passion and possessiveness. I had never been on the receiving end of such a look. Normally, when men looked at me with passion, it was because they wanted to kill me.
