Page 55 of Primal Bonds 1

Shiro

Warm.It felt so warm and nice and comfortable, something I rarely felt when sleeping, until very recently after Adam had taken me in.

Snuggling even closer and nestling my face against the hardness that was Adam’s body beside me, I opened my eyes.

I liked looking at Adam’s face, marveling at the defined line of his features—straight nose, high cheekbones, firm lips, and strong jawline. Adam was simply striking.

I reached my hand out and gently touched him, lightly stroking his face so as not to wake him. But alas, he opened his eyes and then flashed me a smile that made my heart swell with delight.

“Hello,” he said. “Feeling better after a good night’s sleep?”

I licked my lip and then nodded, resting my hand ontop of his bare chest. Apparently, Adam liked to sleep without a shirt on. Wouldn’t he get cold at night though? Or maybe it was just me who was used to sleeping in the cold dorm or out on the street and would need at least a sweater on to keep warm. In winter, it’d be a thick jacket to keep the freezing temperatures at bay.

“Good,” he said, ruffling my hair. Then he touched my chin and nudged my face to turn slightly to the right to check my post-surgical wound behind my left ear, or rather the bandage. “It hasn’t come off while you were sleeping. Good.” He got off the bed then, and I watched him as he walked over to the en suite.

His gait looked so graceful and sexy, like an alpha wolf.

Alpha wolf.Adam was an alpha wolf, wasn’t he? I knew now that he had to be. I was very sure it was him I had seen in my mind’s eye, the man with wolf ears and tail. But what was that blue glowing smoky thing coming out of his mouth? And why had he transferred it into me? I mean, I knew for certain now it wasn’t a dream or my imagination. I knew at some point it had happened for real.

It must have been after the beating and I must have been more severely injured than I had thought, and Adam did something to make me better. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to move so soon after or healed so fast. Yes, Chase’s medications helped, too, but…

I heard the shower running.

I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I started wondering what Adam would look like naked under theshower. Water must be running down his face and toned, muscular body, kissing his skin. I imagined him raising his face toward the sprinkling water and opening his mouth as if drinking it, and…

I imagined that mouth of his coming toward me and the sensual lips kissing me. I imagined his tongue invading my mouth and playing havoc with my own. Then I imagined him leaving a trail of little kisses down my throat toward my chest, and once there, he popped my nipple into his mouth and he started teasing me mercilessly.

I groaned, feeling hot and bothered suddenly.

Ah, shit, why was I imagining that sort of thing about Adam?

I heard the shower stop, and a moment later, Adam came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I could only stare at him, feeling like my heart was about to burst inside my chest.

Adam was damn hot and sexy with his hair wet and his muscular body covered with beads of water droplets. I felt dazed as he came over to the bed. Smiling at me, he reached out and petted me on the head, like I was his cat or something, which I didn’t mind. I liked him petting me, touching and kissing me. These were the sorts of things I usually hated other men doing to me. But with Adam, it was different. With Adam, I wanted him to do all those things to me, and more.

He picked up his smartphone sitting on the bedside table. He tapped on the screen, scrolled for a second, and then said, “Chase’s coming over.”

I licked my lip and asked, “To check on me?”

“That, and more.” He winked at me, which made my heart skip.

More? What’s more?

As he put the phone down on the bedside table again, I drifted my gaze over his body, marveling at how beautiful he was—tanned skin with scars crisscrossing here and there, muscles toned and defined. When he turned on his heel and headed toward the walk-in closet, I felt the urge to reach out and pull the towel away from him. I wanted to see him naked. I suddenly felt this unexplainable desire to touch him, caress and kiss him.

My hands shook and my cock became hard, and I groaned softly. Ah, shit! What the heck was wrong with me? I had never wanted to touch another man before. The thought of touching another man or him touching me had felt revolting, but now…

Now, I wanted to touch Adam, so much so that I felt like my heart was about to break if I couldn’t. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? Why these weird feelings and emotions?

I flicked my gaze to the other side of the room and saw Adam pulling away his towel, and his firm butt greeted me. In full view of his naked glory, I felt my body growing even hotter and my cock hardened even more. When Adam turned around and flashed me a gorgeous smile, it was game over for me.

My cock twitched and I felt myself squirming. Breathless, I said, “I’m going to shower now.” I got off the bed and rushed out the door into my own room. There, I went straight into the en suite, and after shutting thedoor, I slid down to sit on the floor. My heart was still racing and my cock, obviously, still hard.

My cock got hard. I didn’t usually get hard unless I was given the aphrodisiac drug, especially when with a client. So why was I hard now, so naturally like this? I mean sure, I had a wet dream when I hit puberty, but to get this hard and without the drug, that never happened before.

Fuck, I had to deal with this quick.

I pulled down the hospital pajama pants, and my cock sprang out, sticking out like it was so damn proud or something. It wasn’t big. In fact, compared to Adam’s, mine was puny. And it was hairless. I didn’t have any genital hair, and I didn’t know why. Was it because I had been bred that way? I had no clue, but the officers at the institute did mention I was rare, a special breed made for pleasing men. Fact was, I didn’t want to be rare or special. I wanted to be normal so I could be treated normally. To be treated special in the institute meant torture and trauma. It meant you got a lot of attention from the higher-ups—unwanted, unpleasant attention.