Page 83 of Wolf Caged
He muttered, “Your family never seemed to let you do anything. Your life has been so sheltered, my little lamb.”
Ugh. Maybe it was better to let him call me ‘little wolf’. It was certainly preferable to being called a lamb all the time and being made to feel right down to my bones how innocent I was in his eyes.
“No, it hasn’t. I’ve experienced plenty.” The denial sounded weak even to my own ears.
He turned a darkening look on me and demanded, “Tell me all the things you haveexperienced. I believe I paid for an untouched female.”
I hit him with my best scowl. “There’s nothing in our contract that says I have to divulge private and very personal information.”
“You must do all I ask,” he countered.
A brittle scoff burst from my lips. “No, not all you ask, and not this. I’m here at yourcelebrationand that’s enough for tonight.”
He slid a look over me, scalding me from head to toe and back again. “Very well. I will let you keep your secrets—for now—and in exchange you will sit here.”
He tapped his lap with a single finger.
I actually debated it this time. Confess that my experience of the world was as limited as he believed it to be and admit I was just as sheltered as he had said, or sit on his lap.
Nestled close to the evidence of his arousal.
As embarrassing as it was, it was an easy choice.
I went to go to him, but he seized my arm and brutally tugged me to him, forcing me onto his lap and caging me with his strong arms. I fought his hold, unwilling to be made to do anything like this or let him think he could do as he pleased with me.
“Still, little wolf,” he hissed into my ear, his breath fanning my neck. “There are males watching you. Males I do not trust.”
I stiffened, my heart pounding, and then realised he was probably creating an excuse to make me sit on his lap without making a fuss. So I brought my right hand around in a fast arc aimed at his face.
He easily caught my wrist, and his thumb stroked the sensitive skin there as he purred, “Relax. I am only trying to protect you.”
“I highly doubt that.” The venom left my words as he looked off to his right and then left, and I looked there too.
And got an eyeful of males watching me as they were being sucked off or ridden, their gazes hot on me.
Predatory.
An inferno rather than heat exploded within me, coursing through every inch of me, morphing into arousal as Kaeleron wrapped his arms around my waist and murmured against my skin.
“This way you are safe.”
I didn’t feel safe as I looked at him, my lips dangerously close to his, his breath caressing my mouth.
I felt as if I was burning up.
On fire with need I couldn’t control, that felt as if it was shredding me apart from the inside out, a living thing that wanted to escape the cage of my body.
“I need to go. Now,” I breathed as that fire built. I was too hot. Burning up. I writhed on his lap, unable to get comfortable, each shift of my body against his only making things worse as my need grew, as that terrible urge to position myself astride him and rub against him became near overwhelming.
Hijacking control of me.
I looked at all the males, gaze darting from one to the next, the inferno within me building with every one I watched for a heartbeat, with every rigid shaft I set eyes on. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at my chest, at my throat, needing air.
Needing to cool down.
My dress felt too tight.
My skin was on fire.
