Page 47 of Wolf Caged
Until water splashed behind me.
I twisted to look at him.
And gawped.
He was utterly naked.
By the gods.
Some divine power had carved this male from marble, every honed muscle on his exquisite body lovingly crafted and deeply cut, a study in raw, masculine power. His long legs flexed with each step closer he took, water splashing up to caress his lean thigh muscles and the wicked vee that arched over his hips. Abs like rocks shifted as he prowled towards me, a bewitching dance that I tried to look away from, dragging my eyes up to the broad slabs of his pectorals.
He wasn’t a mere king.
He was a dark god.
And some primal part of me wanted to worship him.
The sight of him flustered me, and not because I was shocked to see a male naked, because I had seen plenty of that at my pack—wolf shifter males didn’t really have any shame when it came to preparing for a shift. They just stripped off in front of anyone, even total strangers.
No, what shocked me was the heat that blasted through me in response to seeinghimnaked was like an inferno, ratcheting up my temperature to an unbearable degree.
Something inside me responded to the sight of him, something fierce and hungry that made me want to howl and had my claws coming out, ready to sink into him and hold him in place while I devoured him with my gaze.
My traitorous body roared with need.
A hunger only he could slake for me.
And my eyes dropped to his groin.
I plunged headlong into the water, trying to cool off and escape him, struggling for control over my unruly body and that pressing, wicked heat that filled me and had me wanting to swim right back to the fae king.
This wasn’t good.
It really wasn’t good when he didn’t let me get far. He swam after me and by the time I had broken the surface, he was within a few feet of me again. My cheeks felt as if they were on fire as he treaded water before me, blocking my route.
The water was so clear that I could see everything.
Everything.
He was temptation incarnate as his carved muscles danced beneath his pale skin with each gentle kick of his long legs, water droplets rolling down his face from his slicked-back wet hair, and his silver eyes brighter than I had ever seen them.
The reason he had been so damned quick to agree to my caveat hit me.
Why I had felt suspicious of him in that moment.
His sensual smirk rocked me as it dawned on me, cranking my temperature higher, rousing that hunger in my veins until it was close to overwhelming me.
He had no intention of asking me for sex.
He intended to make me want him so badly I would be the one asking him.
That was the game he was playing.
He wanted me to beg for it.
And by the gods, some part of me wanted to do just that.
Chapter 11
