Page 146 of His Hungry Wolf

I definitely saw. The man was a god. His muscular arms, his rippling chest, everything about him sent tingles through me that landed between my legs.

“Come on. You can get comfortable,” he said with a smile.

I badly wanted to get naked with him. It was the beginning of every one of my fantasies. I didn’t know if I should, but I couldn’t resist anymore.

“Okay,” I said slowly pulling off my shirt.

“Woah!” Cage said once my shirt was in my hand.

“What?”

“You are in surprisingly good shape.”

“Genetics,” I admitted.

Sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?

“No.” I quickly replied. “When you grow up constantly shifting into a wolf, you become very comfortable with the way your body looks when naked.”

“Nice. So, are you going to sleep in your jeans?”

“Are you?”

“No,” he said not making a move to take his pants off.

I stared at him waiting. Was he actually going to do it? If he did, maybe I would too. What was he waiting for?

When he finally reached for the button on his pants, my dick grew hard. Without a shirt, there was nothing to hide my bulge. What was I supposed to do?

He wasn’t looking at me as he pulled down his pants. As he stepped out of them and pushed them aside, he didn’t look up. I wondered why until I saw the outline of his large dick stretched across his boxer briefs. Cage was hard. Very hard. At least I hoped he was because he was already humongous.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Were we just getting comfortable for bed, or was something else going on? I drank in all of him making my hard cock flinch. My wolf went wild. When he finally met my gaze without looking down, he said,

“What about you?”

My cock flinched again. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my arousal even if I wanted to. Did I want to hide it?

I don’t think I did. I wanted him to see all of me. I wanted to see all of him. And with his eyes still locked on mine, I lowered my pants standing in front of him in just my underwear.

Cage did nothing but stare into my eyes until for a brief moment, he blinked down to see me. It made him smile.

“Should we get into bed?” He asked me.

“Okay,” I told him unsure what was going to happen next.

The two of us climbed into bed and under the sheets. We both laid on our backs staring at the ceiling.

“I should get the lights,” Cage said to me.

“I guess,” I told him barely able to hear him over the sound of my heartbeats.

Cage got out of bed again, flicked the light switch next to the door, and returned to bed in the dark.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but it was a moonlit night. Still not sure what was happening, I stayed on my back not looking at him. At no point did he move. Had he already fallen asleep? Could anyone fall asleep so quickly?

With the deafening silence enveloping us, I couldn’t take it anymore. Cage was so close that it was torture not to touch him. I had to at least see the beautiful body whose heat consumed me. So, moving like it was the most natural thing in the world, I rolled over settling on my side.

Buried in the shadows, I opened my eyes. He was on his side facing me. His eyes were closed. Maybe he was asleep. If he was, it meant that I could look at him unhindered. I could examine every contour of his angular, masculine face.

---