Page 85 of The Wild Moon
“What’s wrong then? Why did you scream like that?”
I shuffled my arms to keep my now glass-cutter-like tits covered and pointed. “C-C-Cold.”
Mr. Mysterious wasn’t impressed with my answer. “I thought you were in danger.”
“Hypothermia is a danger,” I pointed out.
“You’re so delicate.”
“Listen, mister whoever you are, not all of us can burn fire to keep warm, okay? So, I’m not invincible, like you. That’s not the end of the world. Now, does this warm up at all?”
He grunted, walked over to where the water fell from the wall and placed a hand in the opening, so that the water rushed over his fingers.
“There.”
I frowned. The water didn’t look any different. Carefully, I tested it with my foot. It was perfectly warm, on the edge of being scalding hot without doing actual damage. Just the way I liked it.
“Thank you,” I said and waited.
He didn’t move.
“You can go now,” I said, eager to clean off and get dressed.
“The water will cool if I stop heating it,” he said, staring at me.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I moaned.
“Why would I do that?”
“I didn’t–never mind,” I said, exasperated.
Did it really matter? He’d seen me naked already. What did it matter if he saw a little more? It was either that or stay covered in my blood. Glaring at him, I hopped under the water and started to clean. I did ensure that my ass was the only thing he got a really good look at. It was the best I could do to maintain decency in the situation.
I definitely didnotget disappointed when he didn’t reach into the water and pull me back against him. Not at all.
Get a hold of yourself. Why does the touch of every male seem to inflame your fucking vag? You need to be more in control of yourself. Don’t let them control you.
But that’s what I wanted. Ever since my Soulbond had formed, I’d been a slobbering, slathering fool any time a hot man wanted a piece of me. It was like their attention reduced me to nothing, driving back women’s rights a hundred years or more. And Ilikedit.
Aaron, this non-human sexual something–I lacked words to properly describe him and what he did to my body simply by looking at me.
I showered quickly and got dressed, hoping the big, baggy clothes would help calm things down. I didn’t feel sexy in them at all. In fact, I had to work not to trip over the legs since there was so much extra material. I must have looked like a clown. Thankfully, there were no mirrors to give me a visual I’d never forget.
“It’s time you give me some answers,” I said in as firm a voice as I could, carefully plunking myself down in a seat in front of the fire so I could bask in its warmth.
“Such as?”
“Who are you?” I asked. “I think you owe me at least a name if you’re going to just up and take me like this.”
The frown I got back was legendary in its seriousness.
“I’m not like that. I am not going to take you. That is not why I brought you here.”
My jaw fell open in a mixture of disappointment and disbelief at how he could misinterpret my comments.
Assuming he did so on accident, and not on purpose, to try and put me at ease.
“Not what I meant,” I said, sighing internally. Rejected by another man. The only one who seemed to actively want me had gone from wanting me as his mate to trying to kill me.
