Page 30 of Destined to the Lycan
Obviously, I did the same. The thought that he had surprisingly very little body hair fleeted through my mind. Aside from his neatly trimmed beard and mustache, Remus only had a sexy patch of hair on his chest which narrowed into a happy trail down his chiseled abs and then blossomed into thin curls below the pelvis. The outer edges of his shoulders and arms also had a soft trail of fur that demanded to be petted.
To my dismay, I couldn’t boast about displaying the same restraint he did. With a will of its own, my gaze zeroed in on his manhood. My toes curled at finding it partially erect. It was long and thick, with bulging veins along the shaft, and a pair of testicles. Although generally shaped like the penis of a man, it possessed a narrower head. However, it was the rounded bulge close to the base of the shaft that retained my attention.
“So you do have a knot!” I blurted out.
The words no sooner crossed my lips than I visibly flinched, mortified.
“Nine Hells! I’m so sorry!” I quickly added.
To my utter relief, Remus burst out laughing. He glanced at his shaft, totally unfazed, before peering back up at me, a mischievous glimmer in his golden eyes.
“I do. All Lycan’s do. But there’s no need to apologize. Your curiosity about me is rather flattering. I can only hope you’re not disappointed.”
Despite the teasing way in which he spoke those words, I didn’t miss the underlying sliver of worry.
“Disappointed?” I echoed, incredulous. “You’re stunning.”
Once again, I couldn’t believe how my mouth just kept running away with me, even though I meant every word. However, the way he lowered his eyes and smiled shyly crushed any mortification I felt. By the gods! I would never tire of seeingthis vulnerable and insecure side of him that made me want to give him a bone-crushing hug.
“Thank you, Amara. You’re breathtaking as well.”
“Thank you,” I replied with an exaggerated curtsy.
He burst out laughing again. And just like that, the awkwardness between us faded. He smiled and extended a hand towards me. Without hesitation, I placed mine in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze and led me towards the water at a slow run.
A gasp escaped me as we entered the river. For some reason, my brain irrationally expected it to be lukewarm. It wasn’t freezing but a lot colder than I’d been ready for. Before I could give in to shock, Remus released my hand and then splashed some water my way. I gaped at him in outrage, to which he responded with a shit-eating grin before quickly hastening away from me.
That obviously triggered the instinctive need to retaliate. I gave chase, wading through the shallow part of the river while trying to splash some water on him. As soon as I succeeded, he turned around, his yellow eyes glowing, and his fangs descending. This should have freaked the living daylights right out of me. Instead, my stomach did the most delicious backflip, and I squealed before attempting to flee.
He gave chase, pretending like I was being lucky in escaping him a split second before he would have caught me. I was screaming and laughing until he finally grabbed me by the waist, tossed me in the air like I weighed nothing, and then caught me right back as I entered the water.
“Now I feast!” he said in a menacing fashion before snapping his teeth at me, a hair’s breadth from my skin, pretending to take bites out of me.
Still laughing, I playfully feigned being in agony while begging for mercy. When he relented, I was hiccupping with laughter. It took my brain a moment to realize how tightly heheld me in his embrace, and how I hung onto his shoulders with both hands. Simultaneously, it also dawned on me that this little play aimed at distracting me from the discomfort of the cold water. And it beautifully succeeded.
Our gazes locked, we remained still as our pulses settled. Being pressed against each other fully naked should have been awkward. And yet, this didn’t just feel natural, it seemed preordained. Our bodies fit perfectly together.
I couldn’t tell who moved first. One moment we were lost in each other’s eyes, and the next, the plush cushion of his lips was claiming my mouth. I melted against him, and his arms tightened around me. His right hand glided in a gentle caress down my back before settling on my behind. I vaguely wondered why his left hand was fisted against my upper back. But to my dismay, rather than deepening the kiss, Remus ended it. He pulled back, gave me a possessive look that turned me upside down, then leaned forward to place a soft kiss on my forehead.
Without a word, he released me and extended something my way. Only then did I realize he’d been holding the bar of soap in his left hand the whole time.
“Thank you,” I whispered, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.
He smiled, his gaze intense, yet unreadable. He caressed my lips with the back of two fingers in a way that screamed that he wanted to kiss me again. I wished he would. Sadly, Remus turned around and swam away.
Feeling bereft, I began washing myself while watching him doing a few laps around me. It almost felt like watching a shark circling its prey, waiting for the right time to strike.
And that, too, turned me on.
As I finished soaping my body, I extended the soap towards Remus. The swiftness with which he approached confirmed he’d been keeping an eye on me the whole time. That should havecreeped me out. Instead, I silently berated myself for not making more of a show of it so that he would kick himself for cutting things short earlier.
Remus emerged from the water like a sea god. His sclera was pitch black as he closed the distance between us. My breath caught in my throat when thin plumes of smoke started swirling around him.
His heat!
His skin had gotten so hot from being in my mere presence that the water was evaporating right off him. Cue exploding ovaries. My inner walls contracted, and a dull throbbing pulsed between my thighs.
To my shock, instead of beginning to wash himself, Remus grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
