Torn Between Tides

Chapter Five

"So tell me, which one is it?"

"Neither," Colt answered, maintaining the stoic look on his face despite how desperately he wanted to close the distance between him and his mate.

"Oh," Roman hummed. "I don't know whether you're a fool or if you take me for one."

"Can I say neither again?" Colt retorted, making Roman let out a light laugh as he removed his finger from Colt's chest. Colt missed the touch instantly. Not just missed, he ached for it.

"Sure," Roman shrugged lightly. "Well, I shot my shot. It was worth a try."

Before Colt could say anything, Roman turned around to swim away. As if it was a reflex, an instinct, Colt grabbed his arm, pulling Roman back towards him. Roman was startled at first, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he looked into Colt's eyes up close.

"I'm not the only one who's doing some eye fucking, am I?" Colt asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Maybe," Roman replied, his tone soft. His eyelids were hooded, and the lust was radiating off of him. "What if I say that you're not?"

"Then I'll say that you're playing a very dangerous game," Colt spoke. His hand traveled from Roman's arm to his waist, his fingers lightly grazing the skin. Roman smirked, shifting closer to Colt as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"I'll play any game if you're the prize at the end," Roman said.

Roman kept a hand on Colt's chest, trailing his hand down from his pecs to his abdomen, feeling up the shifter's hard six pack. Just as his palm was about to reach the very obvious tent in Colt's shorts, the Alpha gripped his wrist, stopping him.

"You don't know what you're dealing with here, Roman," Colt warned. "Who you're dealing with."

"Then tell me," Roman challenged, shifting his gaze back to Colt's eyes. "Better yet, show me."

Werewolves did not like to be challenged. Especially Alphas. If anyone else had done that, Colt would have shown them their place. But Roman's boldness was doing the very last thing that Colt wanted, it was only strengthening his attraction towards the swimmer.

It was turning him on.

"I'm not like the boys in college you play around with," Colt spoke. "I don't do games. And I'm certainly not a prize. If you're mine, then you're mine. I don't share."

"No games?" Roman asked, the corner of his lips rising up in a sly smirk. "So if I run, you won't chase me?"

"You don't want to know what I'll do if I catch you," Colt retorted.

"Maybe that's exactly what I want to know," Roman paused, he placed his other hand on top of the one that Colt was holding while staring into his eyes, as if asking him to let go.

Colt's heart almost skipped a beat once he released Roman's wrist, and the swimmer finally moved his palm down to place it on top of Colt's erection. Roman's hand formed a fist around the other man's hard-on, giving a tight squeeze as he spoke again.

"Maybe that's what I want to feel," Roman continued. "Don't you think it'll be fun?"

Roman had no idea what he was doing. He didn't know that he was teasing the wolf. Tempting him.

"You're bold," Colt stated.

"I know what I want," Roman said. "And I'm not afraid to go for it."

"This attitude is going to get you in trouble someday," Colt retorted, making Roman let out an amused chuckle as he let go of Colt's dick.