Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 1) by Ariana Hawkes Read Free Book Online

moved to cover her mound. She had removed all of her pubic hair, as she had done since her late teens. She loved the way the whole area felt so soft and sensitive beneath her fingers.
    “No. I – ” Isabel hesitated, unsure how, or why she should be explaining herself. And, anyway, weren’t men supposed to like women to be shaved?
    “It’s ok. I like it,” Peter said. “I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”
    “Oh, ok. Good,” Isabel said, relieved, glad she hadn’t just committed some unknown faux pas. He looked her in the eye again and made the smallest sideways movement with his head. She knew that meant she should move her hand away. More self-conscious than before, she returned her hand to her side and stood to attention while he continued his inspection of her body. She hadn’t even realized she’d been staring fixedly at the floor again, but when she glanced up, he was still staring at her shaven mound. Even worse, there was a definite smirk on his face. He could see she was wet. From the intensity of the ache inside her, she wasn’t surprised, but, at the same time, she hated to appear so easy. She felt her cheeks flush, but with a superhuman effort, she stood stock-still. His smirk broadened into a grin, and still he kept on staring. A hot anger kindled inside Isabel at this stranger, standing there, making her feel uncomfortable.
    “Have you seen enough?” she said sharply. The Wolf’s head jerked, as if her words had broken him out of a trance. But instead of answering, he walked around her in a slow circle. Her body trembled as she felt him taking in her rounded rear, and she heard a whisper of appreciation from him. A youth spent running track had made it stick out provocatively in two high globes, which always embarrassed her, but she was aware that men loved it.
    “You have a lovely body,” he said at last. “Now, shall we have a drink?”
    “Erm, yes,” Isabel replied, thoroughly confused by the course of events. The normal order of what should happen when you went to a man’s house for the first time had been completely shaken up. She also had the sense that she’d only now passed his assessment, and been accepted by him. As humiliating as this felt, it was also very arousing.
    She watched as The Wolf walked across the room to another door, opened it and disappeared. His gait was more of a prowl than a walk. It was long and light-footed, revealing muscles straining beneath his clothing at every step. Despite the strangeness of the situation, her desire for him hadn’t lessened one bit, and she ached to be touched by him, all over. But right now, Isabel didn’t know what to do with herself, naked in his living room. He hadn’t invited her to sit down and besides, the nagging, unignorable wetness between her thighs would be bound to leave a silvery trail on his furniture. Instead, she crossed the room, to look at the bookcases. The animal skins on the floor felt amazingly soft to her bare feet.
    A lot of his books looked vintage, she noted, vaguely. She saw some fairy tales and some of the classics that she loved best. He came back into the room. He seemed pleased that she was looking at his books. He brought a glass of what looked like a dark spirit over to her. Isabel took it from him and sniffed. Whisky? Brandy? It smelled a little like both.
    “Tequila,” he said. “Añejo.” She tasted it. It was rich and deep. Nothing like she’d had in bars. It was almost overpowering, but very moreish, and it lit a path of fire down to her stomach. The Wolf went over to the sofas and sat down, spreading himself in a reclining position. She looked at him questioningly, sensing that nothing would happen tonight without his permission.
    “You can keep looking at my books,” he said. “I like to watch you.” Isabel turned back to the bookcase, trying to fight her awkwardness, and her awareness of his eyes burning into her.
    “Are some of these first editions?” she