“Come here.” He led me further into his gallery, past tons of white space where future murals would probably go. Far in the back, the whole wall was covered with a massive ceiling-to-floor curtain. Two big ladders lay on the floor next to tons of new spray cans, some still in packaged boxes.
His fingers tightened around my hand. “I’ve been working on a concept, but I think there’s something missing. I want you to help me.”
I let go of his hand. “What?”
He targeted me with an intense gaze. “Paint with me.”
“I can’t paint with. . .Wolf, the legend. No.”
“Just take a look at the concept first.” He headed over to the side of the curtain and pressed a button near it.
Buzzing sounded.
The fabric moved away and revealed a mural on a brick wall.
I gasped.
He’d painted me. My red hair swarmed over my head like a cape made of blood. It dripped down my bare body, covering all of the appropriate places, yet lathering me in erotic mystery. I held an empty basket in my hand. My eyes were closed and full lips formed into a straight line. Dark skeletal woods stood off in the distance behind me.
“Paint with me,” he whispered.
“This is. . .stunning. Amazing. Beautiful.”
“Yet, it still needs your touch.”
“It needs nothing.”
“Trust me, Red.”
“But—”
“Paint with me.”
And I did.
It took me a minute to get the confidence, but I picked up a spray can.
We mounted the ladders against the wall. And the painting began.
He followed my vision.
Something else needed to be there to finish the story.
The wolf.
I painted how I felt.
I placed a massive wolf that merged with the cape of my hair and consumed me, his jaw locked onto my head, but not piercing the skin, more just forming around me, just like that cape. In the image, we became one. The predator and prey, neither sure who truly had the other trapped.
We did this for hours. Fumes filled the room. He had turned on this special ventilation system that sucked in the vapors.
We smoked too. He rolled long blunts filled with sticky leaves that shimmered right before my eyes.
When sweat beaded around his forehead, he took off his shirt and turned up the air conditioner.
Damn. How can I paint with him half naked?
On the ladder, I watched him. His whole body was coiled muscle. No wonder he could sneak in and out of places with no problem. I could picture him jumping up walls with ease and racing away in the night before anyone knew that he’d been there.
He looked up at me and froze.
“What’s wrong?” I climbed down the stairs. “You don’t like being stalked? You don’t like it when someone is being creepy with you?”
“You can’t stalk someone that wants to be your target.” And as if on a dare, he placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “Just be careful, Red. This isn’t a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp, the wolf’s teeth really are.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” Step by step, I walked to him, high off of creating, smoking, and just lusting over him.
Now was the time to surrender,
to just let go,
and lose all control.
Targeting me with a heated gaze, he undid the top of his pants. “Come here.”
I slipped off my dress.
It fell to the floor,
and he groaned.
“No, Wolf.” I unsnapped my strapless bra behind my back. “You come here.”
Chapter 7
And she swallowed him whole.
Wolf
Stunned.
I was stunned.
Never had I imagined tasting her tonight, although I’d dreamed about it a few times—her red strands scattered across my bed and my body, slipping against hers.
“Come here,” I groaned.
That body.
With nothing but confidence on her face, she pulled that black as night dress down. It fell to the floor. With her heels still on, Red stepped out of it. “No, Wolf. You come to me.”
I stood there frozen.
“Are you scared?” she whispered and touched the top of her panties.
After seeing her naked, it was hard to talk, but somehow I managed. “Don’t.”
Her eyelids drooped over her gaze like a naughty, lust-filled kitty. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t take those panties off.”
She quirked her eyebrows. “Why not?”
“I have to take those panties off myself.”
“Do you?” She touched the top of her panty line. It was such a beautiful thing, black silk against brown skin, and what lay under them. . .I needed to touch and taste, feast and swim all through it.
And those breasts. They were bigger than I thought. Soft pillows, full, and perky, ready-to-devour brown nipples that stood erect in front of me.
God, the things I would love to do with her breasts. I could see Red on her knees, looking up at me, my cock sliding between those oily pillows. Fuck. And I’d pump hard between them, making them jiggle and bounce around my cock.
My whole body hummed with the vision.