Page 24 of Fangs for the Memories
Water has soaked through into my pants and jumper. Once the first layer is off, it feels like freezing air hits me and another shiver has me nearly on the floor.
“Come.” He pulls at the top, lifting it over my head, exposing my bra.
“Wait, I can take it from here,” I say, weakly.
“If you think I’m leaving you alone, you are wrong,” Ferenc says, his hands moving down my body to my hips where he releases the button on my cargos in a very perfunctory fashion.
I should try to push him away, but my hands are numb, my body is numb, and my head is full of eldritch horrors gleaned from the darkness of the cave. Too many of them, they crowdback in on me as I wonder if I’ll ever get warm again. My body is shaking so hard, I can’t see straight.
I find myself being lifted up again, and he walks over to the bath, steps in, fully clothed, and lowers us both into the water.
“What are you doing? You’ll ruin your suit!” I exclaim as the hot water encloses us.
“It’s a suit. I have others.”
“You have more than one bespoke suit?”
“Of course,” he rumbles, leaning back in the tub, my body against his. I still have my bra and knickers on, thankfully…I think.
The heat of the water is good. Almost good enough to take away the awkwardness of this situation. The pair of us in the bath, together.
“Better?” His velvet, accented voice pushes into my addled brain, once which is fogged with the cold, the fear, and the confusion of the world I’m in.
The brain which is really trying not to think about the hard muscular body I’m lying against, instead thinking about the warm water and how it is easing my cramping muscles and unfreezing me.
“How…how…” My teeth are still chattering. “How did you know to do this?”
“You think I don’t know about getting you warm because I’m a werewolf?”
“No, because you are a man.”
“You don’t like men much, do you?”
“Why should I?” I sigh. “The man I was supposed to marry humiliated me and took my livelihood. I think that entitles me to be wary of males.”
“Not all males,” Ferenc rasps in my ear, “I hope.”
The feeling back in my limbs, I push back on him and climb out of the tub, grabbing a towel to wrap around myself before I turn to glare at him.
“All I want is the truth. So far, all I have is lies.”
Grace
Ferenc lies in the water, holding my gaze with a slight smile on his face.
I’d like to punch him, but I think it would hurt me more than him.
“Everyone appreciates the truth, Grace, and I haven’t lied to you.”
“You haven’t told me everything, and that’s the same,” I respond. “Like you are a werewolf and about the vampires.”
“You didn’t ask…about either,” he responds, putting his hands on the edge of the huge roll top bath and heaving himself out.
Water pours from his soaked clothing, causing it to cling to every single muscle. And I meaneverysingle muscle.
I shouldn’t be looking at the outline of his cock in his pants. But how could I not? What is showing, as clearly as if he was wearing nothing, is absolutely huge. And erect.
With a Herculean effort, I turn my head away and scurry over to my clothing. I’m going to have to shed my wet underwear to put it all back on, and I don’t want to do that while Ferenc is here.
