Am I Sexy?

Ronan smirked as he watched Sophia slowly doze off, struggling to keep her eyes open. The silly girl had finally settled on some chick flick after bickering with him for a while. He didn't argue about her choice, deciding to play nice for the night. Even he needed a break from being bad sometimes, and the last thing he wanted was for her to cry out for help. He just wanted to go to bed at this point. He didn't need Matty or Valentina to come running at her rescue.

"Just sleep already. I told you I wouldn't do anything," he whispered. With Valentina and Matthew's rooms nearby, he couldn't risk them hearing his voice. They must've returned to their rooms by now.

"Nn…no…" she mumbled, yawning loudly before her eyes finally closed. Soon, her chest began to rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm as she drifted off to sleep.

Stupid girl.

[She looks cold; cover her with a blanket,] his wolf suggested.

[Let her freeze, I don't care,] Ronan barked back. Who did his wolf think he was? Her prince charming?

[Chill out with the evil act for once. Look at her—she's shivering. Don't you feel even a little bad?]

Ronan groaned softly before tossing the blanket over her. [There, the princess is going to be fine now. Happy?] he snapped at his wolf, who was getting on his nerves. Whose side was he on anyway?

Ronan lay down next to Sophia but couldn't sleep. Her sweet scent was driving him crazy—almost nauseating, yet exhilarating. He sighed, tempted to touch her, but the little conscience he had nagged at him. He'd promised not to try anything while she slept, and as terrible as he was, he always kept his word.

He never violated a woman and he wasn't about to start.

But seeing her in this vulnerable state made him hard. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he was wildly attracted to his mate. He loved everything about her body—her petite frame, soft curves, and skin that made him want to touch her, even if only for a moment.

"Hmm… don't touch me, you dirty dog," she mumbled in her sleep, nearly making him laugh. She was probably having a nightmare about him. Even in her sleep, she tried to push him away. Reaching over, he gently touched her soft curls.

"Like red clouds," he whispered to himself.

Suddenly, Ronan sat up. He hadn't planned on doing this—he wasn't some horny teenager, but…this couldn't be helped. He idly stroked his erect member, which was throbbing with need.

Hey, she said he couldn't touch her, but she didn't say anything about not touching himself.

Ronan's hand moved slowly and deliberately over the length of his cock, tracing every vein and curve with practiced precision. He could feel the familiar warmth building in his groin as he continued to stroke himself, the slickness of precum coating his palm and adding to the pleasure.

Increasing the pace and pressure, he gripped harder and squeezed in a pulsing rhythm, trying to hold back the primal moan that threatened to escape from his lips. But his eyes were locked on her body, drinking in every inch of her voluptuous chest that seemed to beckon him closer. The anticipation and arousal mingled together, creating a heady concoction of desire that fueled his movements.

Almost there…

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, and she jolted up into a sitting position.

Well, shit.

Ronan knew he should stop, but he didn't care about what was right or wrong. He kept going, now faster, staring into her eyes. Her expression turned to shock as she looked down and realized what he was doing.

"Y…you shameless man! What are you doing?" she croaked.

"Shh… don't bother me, I'm close," he groaned.

"Stop it right now!"

"I'm fucking horny, so either you help me or shut up," he teased, finding her deer-in-the-headlights look amusing.

"Eww!" she groaned, throwing the blanket over her head.

Chuckling softly, Ronan continued, determined to reach his release. Her muffled voice called him a pervert as his breathing quickened, and soon, with a chuff of pleasure, he finished. Glancing at the lump under the blanket, he smiled.

"I'm done. Stop being so dramatic," he barked.

"You're disgusting," she whined.

"Would you rather I use your body? I kept my promise and didn't touch you at all, so you should be glad," he laughed.

Sophia poked her head out of the blanket, pouting. "Why couldn't you do this in your room? Why here? Don't you have any shame?"

"Hey, I didn't plan this, alright? Watching you sleep turned me on. It's not every day I get to lie next to a sexy woman," he blurted out.

She suddenly sat up. "Am I sexy?" she asked, her blue eyes lighting up as she looked at him expectantly.

"What kind of question is that? Are you fishing for a compliment? Go ask Matthew in the morning," he replied irritably.

"I'm asking you," she said, inching closer.

[Tell her she's the sexiest thing you've ever seen,] his wolf urged.

"What? No, I won't," Ronan said aloud by accident.

"Hmm? You won't what?" she asked.

Her wolf couldn't hear his yet since they hadn't mated, so she must've thought he was talking to her. Cursing himself internally, Ronan waved his hand dismissively. "I won't tell you you're sexy. In fact, I take back what I said earlier about you being cute. I think you're ugly."

Her lips curled into a small smile. "You're lying. You said I turned you on. You like me, don't you? Be honest."

Fucking hell. What kind of game was she playing now?

"I don't like you. I just said I liked your body. When the time comes, I'll have fun with it until I'm bored," he announced coldly. How's that for honesty?

She went quiet, no longer looking at him. He must've hurt her feelings.

"I'm going back to sleep," she murmured, turning her back on him.

"Fine by me," Ronan muttered.

Ignoring the tight feeling in his chest, he turned away. He didn't like her, and he didn't need her to like him either.