Ruler (Wolves of Royal Paynes #2) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,38
house has been up for hours."
While no one had said anything about it, tumbling out of bed after everyone else had been awake for half a day had to stop. It wasn't that I went to bed too late. Faust read every night, but it never took long to fall asleep once his rich voice wound around me.
During all my early years, I'd been an incredibly light sleeper, jerking awake at the slightest sound in case my mother needed me. In the tower, I'd slept, but it hadn't ever felt rejuvenating, merely a way to pass the hours. With Faust and Dog by my side, my body finally got the rest it wanted.
Faust said my body needed it, and maybe that had been true at first, but now after more than a week of late mornings, it was time for me to rejoin the living.
Water splashed against the shower door, and I sat up. Faust wasn't in bed, but he was still here, taking a shower in the bathroom.
Naked.
Yes, Storri, that is how people take showers.
I didn't care how other people took showers, though. My attraction to Faust grew more uncontrollable each hour. Not because of anything he did—besides existing. Faust never pushed me. He never initiated romantic contact. He touched me all the time. He or Dog were always near, holding my hand or braced against the back of my legs. But unless I started the kiss, he refrained.
I knew he wanted more. Sometimes, I felt his need, like a vibrating race horse seconds before the starting pistol. I wanted more too, but I didn't know how. Snuggling against his side in the evening didn't overwhelm me because I was able to concentrate on him in parts. The swell of his shoulder, firm rounded bicep, toned forearm that rippled as he turned the page—on their own, his body parts weren't so overpowering. But if I let myself concentrate on the whole of him, my heart started to pound, and my crippling doubt made intimate contact impossible.
I still wanted, though. My body felt incomplete, unfinished. I didn't know what I needed to complete me, but I was pretty sure Faust had it.
I'm going to breakfast. And you two need to do something about this, or I'm going to sleep in the other room, Dog grumbled, jumping off the bed.
Dog sauntered out, somehow managing to shut the door behind himself with his tail. He was so unlike any canine I'd ever met. I wasn't sure Dog was all dog. It made sense, since neither Faust nor myself was all human.
Without Dog to act as a buffer, nothing stopped me from creeping closer to the bathroom door. It was open a crack, letting light and steam escape. The water shut off suddenly, and I jumped back. Faust moved around in the bathroom. His bare feet slapped softly against the tile, and I pictured what his body looked like in that moment, chiseled and soaking wet.
A tingle raced down my spine, as exhilarating as it was forceful. My length stiffened, and my palms tingled. I wore sweatpants. It wouldn't be difficult to slip my hand inside and relieve some of the tension. Could I do something like that? Touch myself while peeping in on Faust?
That was the sort of thing people got arrested for.
I backed away silently, until Faust walked right by the crack in the door, giving me an unfettered view of his nude body. My toes curled into the carpet like a cat extending their claws. This was all of him, not just his arm or shoulder. The difference this time was that he didn't know I was there. Absolutely nothing was being asked of me, which meant I couldn't make a wrong choice. I didn't have to worry about initiating contact and then having everything go too far, too fast.
I gasped as my fingers brushed the soft skin encasing an organ that got harder by the second. My body felt nothing like Faust's. I had a jelly-belly, while Faust's washboard abs could clean stone. There wasn't a thing intimidating about me. But as Faust stood at the sink with his chiseled back to me and his firm ass clenched to perfection, there wasn't anything intimidating about him either.
All I felt was raw, untainted lust. Making a loose fist around my dick, I stroked myself lightly. Faust bent over the sink as he brushed his teeth, and I groaned, catching only some of the sound. I froze, but when Faust just