Page 3 of Ruining Red
However, the moment I shift, his head tilts down, his gaze narrowing.He stares right at me, his eyes going straight to the spot of my embarrassment.“I see.My very presence ails you, I presume?”
Relief floods my system as I nod.“Yes.That must be it.I have such an adverse reaction.Please allow me to leave so I can remain well.”
He chuckles, the dark sound scraping across the synapses of my brain.
“Your name,” he growls.
“Teagan,” I cry out, unable to stop myself.
With a soft sob, I slam my hand across my lips, furious that I broke the rules.His eyes seem to glow at my reaction, no doubt a trick of the shifting clouds.Leaning down, he grabs my hood and slowly eases it back, revealing my hair once more.
“Good girl.”Those two simple words said in that husky tone send flames licking up my body.“So much better than the name I gave you.”
“What name was that?”I curse the words as they fall from my lips.Yet another rule broken.
With a smirk, he runs his fingers along the front of my cloak.“Little red hood.”Pausing, he drifts up higher.“Your hair is so beautiful, like stars glinting on freshly fallen snow.Why hide it?”
I lick my lips, desperate to back away.But I can’t.The promise in his touch, the unsaid words that twist my insides with need keep me there.I want to know why the rules exist… but more importantly why they force me to be so alone.
Couldn’t I just…
“I…”
“Yes?”His lips hover so close to mine that I feel his very breath as it crosses my face.
A large crack rends the air as some distant branch falls to the earth, laden with too much snow.It snaps the spell, allowing clear thoughts to reign once more.Shaking off the remaining dredges, I take a step back.
“I have to go,” I blurt out, forcing my body to move.
I half expect him to chase me, to drag me back to his side, but he stands still, ramrod as he watches me.“Run then, little red hood.Many blessings on your journey.”
His voice rumbles through my mind as I hasten forward, aimless, barely keeping my feet on the path.Too close.That was far too close.
Chapter2
Conrí
Iwatch the girl scuttle away, my cock throbbing as she leaves.That damned cloak reveals nothing of her figure, and yet, I find that it doesn’t matter — I want to devour her anyway.Tipping my nose in the air, I scent the breeze as it flutters through the blood-red fabric, forcing her delectable smell deep into my lungs.
Could it really be her that smells so tantalizing?Again, I take in a whiff, my senses clouded by the myriad of aromas beating at me.I never did get a chance to see what she kept so concealed in that basket.It could be that’s where that mouth-watering need to bite and devour is coming from.
It’s big enough to contain all sorts of sweets and morsels.Growling under my breath, I slip into the woods, silent as I follow her unseen.It’s not the basket.Food has never made my balls ache and my cock throb with needy insistence.
The girl is behind all of this.But why her?Crossing one foot over the other, I traverse through the underbrush, my steps confident and steady as I make my way closer.She never turns around, never suspects that I lurk close enough to touch her, and she never will.
I know these woods like the back of my hand.They’re a part of me, an extension of my very being.Even now, as I close my eyes, I step, light as a feather, not so much as stirring the smallest of creatures.
Every now and then, she pauses her body ramrod as she looks around.For a moment, I think she might have heard me, but that’s impossible.More than likely, the animalistic part of her brain knows a predator follows after, stalking her.
Teagan.Her name rolls about my brain, feeling comfortable bouncing about in my mind.So many other girls have made this journey, but their names are not memorable.But the name Teagan stands out like a beacon, a light cutting through the dark, solitary existence that is my life.
I long to howl out my pleasure at finding one such as she, but I dare not scare her any more than she is already.The wolf in me wants her on her knees, eyes wide as she takes in his ferocious form.However, the dichotomy is the man wanting her to come willingly into my arms.
It’s a delicate dance, one that’s taken me decades to perfect.I don’t dare lose that balance over a girl that smells like freshly baked bread and decadent honey.The wind whips at her slight form, driving that maddening scent my way.
Could it be she’s an elusive omega?The other half of my wolf’s soul?For countless years I’ve searched and found nothing but empty promises and the devil’s magic.Never have I come across the one that could truly take me.All of me.
Sure, they made grand promises, their cunts glinting with arousal as I fucked them senseless.However, the moment my knot swelled, stretching them tight, it was pure agony that racked their bodies and not cries of pleasure.As monstrous as I am, I couldn’t harm them that way.The very idea disgusts me to my core.
