Page 51 of Bait Wolf
“Anything,” I said, although I wasn’t even hungry. I wasn’t used to so much food and I still felt full from our decadent dinner.
Suddenly, I felt awkward and on display under the bright lights. Coal was fit, healthy, and rich. By comparison, I knew I looked exactly like what he was—a cheap, half-starved street omega who was completely out of place here. New clothes weren’t going to change that.
Coal though, to his credit, did not look at me that way. No, when his gaze met mine—which it did frequently as he searched through his fridge, darting to me every couple of seconds—was full of interest and warmth.
Coal wanted to take care of me. It wasn’t a bad thing. I didn’t know how to say that my stomach could wait. I knew I was too gaunt to be properly attractive, no matter what my alpha said. Coal though was justsoperfect.
I tried to push down my arousal as I watched him move around the kitchen, unable to look away, but I couldn’t. It had been so long since someone had touched me the way he did andCoal. Ugh.He smelled so fucking good it was hard to think straight. And the way he fucked me just right—
My grip tightened on the edge of the counter, my cock rock hard, moisture already making me slick down there.
Was I really like this? And here I’d thought Coal was the cliche whenIwas the one sitting here wishing the guy would just come over here and fuck me again.
I bit my lip, squeezed my eyes shut.
A soft moan had them flying open again.
My heavy gaze landed on Coal again. He was still standing facing the open cupboard, his head bowed, broad back to me.
“Are you sure you’re hungry for food?” he asked, voice a low rumble that cut straight to my groin. “Or is there something else you want more?”
I swallowed. I wasn’t going to play around. I knew very well that Coal could smell my arousal, and I was disgusted with myself for being a stereotype, but not enough tonotwant Coal on me.Now.
Slowly, Coal turned, facing me. His pants were stretched over the hard length of his cock, pulling the fabric tight. My face went hot, my mouth dry.
“Well?” Coal asked.
I blinked at him, dazed.
Coal’s pheromones were strong. He was so turned on that the air was thick with it, and it was making me dizzy and my hole impossibly wet. I clenched around nothing, trying to ground myself, but even that felt good.
When I forgot to answer, Coal reached down, pushing his pants past his hips, unceremoniously exposing himself. His long, thick cock smacked against his taught abdomen, smearing a slick line from the tip.
“Do you want it?” Coal asked.
I nearly laughed.
“Of course I want it. Can’t you tell?”
With that admission, Coal kicked out of his pants and swept forward, coming straight to where I still sat. He pressed between my legs, taking me in his arms, pressing his hard cock into mine. We both gasped and then he was pushing his large hands into my hair, tilting my head and capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.
Coal’s lips were warm and gentler than I’d ever expected an alpha’s to be. His hands too, so big and capable of so much harm, touched my body firmly and desperately, but never too tight or too hard, like Coal was ever conscious of my frailty.
And with that thought, I was conscious of it again, just as Coal slid his hand under the hem of my shirt. This morning, in bed under the covers, I hadn’t thought of anything but how good it felt. On the couch later, he hadn’t explored me the way he was trying to now. Under the bright kitchen light, it was different.
Panicked, I held the fabric down when Coal tried to pull it up, not yet catching on to what was happening. The second time I yanked it back down again, he pulled away, breaking our kiss.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. His eyes were darkened with arousal, all for me, and I wanted this man to take all of me so badly that it wasn’t fair.
“I don’t want you to see me.”
I’d seen myself in the mirror enough by now that the gaunt image was burned into my retinas. I couldn’t bear someone as attractive as Coal seeing the way my ribs jutted from dull, cracked skin.
Coal’s gaze darkened further, but this time, not in lust.
For a moment, everything was still. I was sure that Coal was going to argue or force the clothes off of me, but to my surprise, he nodded.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, stroking my arms. “We can keep the lights off.”
