Page 82 of Wolf Caged
Elanaluvyr smirked at me and then turned a pretty smile on Kaeleron, fluttering her eyelashes at him. “I am untouched, my king. My body is yours to do with what you will.”
She dared to leaned towards him, breasts swaying in his direction, and planted one hand against the back of his chair, bringing her face close to his as he looked at her. I couldn’t breathe as she took hold of one of his hands and guided it towards her parted thighs.
“I am ready for you,” she husked.
Jealousy lanced my chest as Kaeleron didn’t dismiss her, as he kept his eyes on hers and didn’t resist as she slowly edged his hand towards her thighs.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was leaning in and stroking his ear, feathering my finger along the arch of it, across the silver hoops that adorned it, to the pointed tip.
Kaeleron’s head jerked towards me, his silver eyes wide before his lids grew heavy. “Leave us.”
For a moment, I thought he was talking to me, but then Elanaluvyr stumbled backwards, as if he had pushed her away.
She scoffed and muttered something as she stalked away from us.
Kaeleron’s eyes darkened by degrees as I stroked his ear again, a shiver wracking him as his lips parted and his breaths came quicker.
“Those are sensitive, little wolf,” he murmured, his voice drowsy, making me wonder how much pleasure he felt from such an innocent touch. He trembled as I touched the pointed tip again and his teeth sank into his lower lip. They were more than just sensitive. They wereverysensitive. He groaned, the sound shockingly masculine and divine as I bravely stroked my fingers down towards the lobe again. “I wonder… are your delicate wolf ears sensitive too?”
His eyes opened, locking with mine.
“Would you tremble and quake if I stroked them?” His bewitching gaze slowly caressed the side of my face before sliding back to meet mine as he husked, “If I brushed my lips across them and took that delicate lobe between my teeth?”
I struggled to breathe, my lungs feeling too small, because I didn’t know.
And I wanted to.
I wanted him to stroke my ears.
My nape.
My breasts and the flat of my stomach.
To between my thighs.
I squeezed them together, shocked at how wet I was between them, and how clamping my muscles hard sent a shiver of pleasure dancing through me.
“Does it feel good, little wolf?” he purred, his eyes on my thighs. He patted his. “If you sit here, it will feel even better.”
Gods, I wanted to say yes and climb onto his lap.
Instead, I bit out, “No. No way.”
I cast a pointed look at his still-hard cock.
He sighed, leaned back and reached into his pants, adjusting it, which didn’t help matters at all or make me more inclined to sit on his lap because now I knew he had just touched himself and all I could think about was how easy it would be to straddle his lap and rub myself against his caged erection until I satisfied this unbearable heat within me.
He watched me. So close. So intense. Eyes sharp and focused wholly on me. Solely on me. As if I was everything he needed.
Everything he wanted.
“You definitely added something to the wine,” I muttered, glaring at it, desperate to blame it for the flames rising within me, an inferno that threatened to burn away my inhibitions just as it had with everyone else.
“I did not.” His answering smirk was all amusement as he leaned towards me and touched my flushed cheeks, his gaze growing hooded as I shivered at that brief caress. That drugging feeling of his fingers on my flesh was gone in a flash as he murmured, “You are burning up. Perhaps you are hot with lust, little wolf?”
“Stop mocking me with that name.” I knocked his hand away—the hand he had just used to adjust himself—to touch himself—and scowled at him. “It’s the mead. I’m not used to such strong alcohol. My family never let me drink.”
It hadn’t stopped me indulging in it when I had been at Chase’s house with my friends though.
