Page 17 of Noah

Rubbing his mouth, he looked at the tiny female. To get out of there, what lengths would she be willing to go to?

Gritting his teeth at his thoughts, he grimaced. He would be asking a lot of her. Was he willing to trust her? There was a chance he might. He would see what she said when she woke up.

If he could get out of the cage, he would have faith.

He’d have to trust her just as she would have to trust him. If she betrayed him, it would be the last time he trusted a human and what he would do to her would be horror.

They would never put someone in his room again.

After rubbing his eyes again, he entered the small space where he could relieve himself. When he pushed the lid down, it banged. He glanced across the room at her on the bed.

He didn’t need to worry about his loudness because she slept deeply. Her illness had taken its toll. Still, for some reason, he muffled any sound he made as he turned on the water and slipped his shorts down.

He gripped his shaft tightly. With a punishing grip just on the edge of pain, he stroked it up his length.

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his shoulders as he thought about all the creamy skin he had revealed when he undressed her.

He wanted to follow the trail of water with his tongue and mouth as it rolled over her skin in slow-moving rivulets. Moving his hand to the vision of her dripping wet, he breathed in imagining the scent he had picked up earlier, a tantalising breath of desire.

He hissed in a breath, tightening his hand.

He had been working up his muscles when he smelled the enticing mouth-watering scent emanating from her.

The lush scent made his mouth water, so he leaned into her and lifted her skirt to discover what was causing it. The moment he realised the source was, he almost ripped her skirt so he could see.

Her frantic tugging and her scent tainted by wary uncertainty cleared his head before he did something stupid.

He could almost taste her. Her scent slid onto the back of his tongue and when he swallowed, he tasted smooth vanilla and mango, tropical and sedate.

Her arousal didn’t pound his temples but smacked him in the face. It was a slow build-up of scent that crept under his skin, so by the time he noticed it was too late, it was already affecting him.

Noah wasn’t bothered by it and following the initial shock he briefly considered mating with her before shaking the idea off. He lived day by day; aware his captors could kill him or sell him at any moment if he did not behave.

Being able to mate with who he wanted…ha-ha! That was fantasy.

With her scent foremost in his mind, he stroked his hand up and down his cock.

The thought of mating her was enough to push him over the edge. When he imagined sinking into her tight folds and gripping her neck with his teeth, he groaned out his release. Under the shower, he leaned forward and watched the water wash it away.

Washing himself off, he grimaced as his perfunctory swipe hardened his cock. He felt constantly hard with her smell lingering all around him.

He thought about what was to come. Putting on a show for his captors would be easy.

He let her babble and responded little. He could talk, but not at her pace. Lack of social interaction meant he had to think before speaking, so he took a while to say what he meant.

He didn’t consider his captors’ demands conversation. They were orders he sometimes obeyed when forced, ignoring them until they withheld food or drugged him to make it impossible to ignore them.

A frustrated breath escaped him. Grabbing a towel and drying his skin, he changed into his shorts and got back into bed.

His thoughts on telling the female his idea, he snuggled back into her shivering body.

Several hours later, she awoke, her body flexing and stretching like a cat against his, and Adrienne let out a soft mewl. The animal rumbled and rolled inside him happily, quietly content. He tightened his arms briefly before reluctantly letting go.

Her lashes swept down to brush the top of her cheek then her eyes flicked back up at him. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

Taking his time to make sure he got the words right, he replied, “Way out.” Because he wasn’t used to speaking, his tongue always felt heavy.

He must have made his point clear because Ren gripped him tightly. Her eyes glowed with excitement. “Do you know how to get out?” she asked hopefully.

---