Page 72 of Little Red Riding Hood
“I got it from a market stall while you were trying to convince that poor merchant you knew something about wine.”
“Hmph. I know I like it, at least.”
“Aye, we certainly learned that the hard way, didn’t we?”
“Oh, stop. Get on with it before I perish with need!” Red exclaimed, his hand reaching towards his prick, only for Wim to bat it away with violent force and a growl.
Red’s breath hitched as Wim’s fingers slid over his entrance ever so gently, the oil making the touch slick and smooth. The sensation was different from Wim’s tongue… warmer, more deliberate. He’d never felt anything quite like this tenderness before—it was almost too much—and he bit his lip, lest he embarrass himself by crying out before Wim had even breached him.
Wim’s heavy weight suddenly pressed against him as the wolf crawled up his body, claiming Red’s mouth in a searing kiss that swallowed his whimpers of pleasure. Wim’s fingers circled his hole, teasing and probing, before finally slipping inside. Red’s body tensed at the intrusion, but Wim’s gentle touch soon had him relaxing into it. He’d touched himself there before, of course, but it had never felt like this.
Maybe it was the gentle tenderness in this wild wolf’s touch, or the way he seemed to know exactly what Red needed. The trust between them now, or how safe Red felt beneath Wim’s protective frame. How their bodies seemed to fit together as if made for each other.
When Red had left the palace, he’d never in a million winters imagined this—had never dared to hope for someone who would touch him with such care. Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have conjured up this feeling of rightness, of belonging. And wasn’t it strange that he’d found it here, beneath a wolf who should have been his enemy, but instead had become his—
Red gasped.
Wim’s fingers had curled inside him, pressingjust there, and the sudden burst of intense pleasure made his body shudder.
“Did I hurt you?” Wim asked, tensing with concern.
“No,” Red managed to say, rendered breathless. “It just… felt good.”
Wim’s fingers moved again, and Red felt that same burst of pleasure. He moaned again, hoping Wim would get the hint. Pressing hislips to Red’s once more, Wim gently coaxed his mouth open, sliding a warm hand across the expanse of his chest.
Red arched up, rubbing his prick against Wim’s solid mass. When that didn’t bring him any relief, he reached between them to grasp himself—he couldn’t bear the torture any longer.
Wim caught his hand with his own before it could reach its destination, and Red didn’t suppress his noise of exasperation.
“Patience, sweetheart. You’re going to release with me inside you.”
The command-cum-threat warmed Red’s insides, his heart beating impossibly faster. “Well, bloody well get inside me, then!”
The wolf laughed, showing no sign of removing the gentle finger that still worked Red open, stretching him slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. As if the task was giving Wim all the pleasure he needed.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget he ever existed.”
What? Who?
Was Wimstillgoing on about the bloody stable master?!
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” Wim picked up his pace, and then, without warning, slipped a second finger inside him, forcing a cry from Red’s throat. “I’m going to mark you from the inside. Make youmine.”
That word—mine—sent a shiver through Red’s entire body. How many times had Wim said that now? And each time, it felt more real, more possible.
Red’s chest tightened with a bittersweet ache. He wanted desperately to believe Wim meant it beyond this moment, beyond their journey. Wanted to believe that whatever this was between them wouldn’t end.
Heat prickled the corners of his eyes, and he rapidly blinked back the tears.
Red, this gorgeous beast of a man wants to fuck you until you forget your own name, so pull yourself together andenjoy it, for fuck’s sake.
“Please, Wim,” Red whispered, his throat so constricted he could barely breathe. “Please.”
Wim stilled his fingers, the heat of their combined bodies forming a sticky sweat between them. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Red’s, the kiss soft and tender.
“You’re so beautiful,” Wim murmured against Red’s mouth, prompting a fresh crop of tears threatening to spill. “And I can’t wait to have you.”
He pressed his sharp teeth to Red’s neck, grazing his pointed canines over his pulse point.
