I studied my mate, how the water dripped over her perfect contours that apparently were made for me alone. I still wasn’t sure that was right, but I wasn’t going to return him if it was some cosmic fluke.
He grabbed my b.utt tighter, and I moved forward, letting out a gasp.
“Turn around,” He released me but looked reluctant.
I placed my hands on the shower wall and s.pread my legs wide; I wanted this, him to claim me. I needed nothing but to be close to him, to show him how much I craved him, and I needed him to show me. I felt the head of his dick rub against my opening. I sighed in relief. I knew what would come would be everything I asked for without even saying it.
He knew me, my body, better than I knew it myself.
He moved slowly, opening me up. He leaned over, barely inside of me, placing one hand on the shower wall intertwining with mine. His other hand came up to draw a circle around my n.ipple. “Fuck,” He breathed as I clenched against him, wanting more.
He slowly thrust into me, taking my n.ipple in his fingers and rolling it slightly. My head snapped up when he entered me f.ully, almost lifting me off the ground with his motion. “Are you okay?” He asked, “I don’t want you to slip.”
“Go, don’t care, just go,” I mumbled. I wanted it all without hesitation, and he gave me that.
His hands came to my hips, holding me in place for him. I clung or tried to cling to the shower wall, damp with condensation. He pushed into me hard and fast with long strokes. A fire started within me, curled deep and low, and fueled by something I had never felt.
It wasn’t just lust; it was love, trust, and this crazy a.ss mate bond.
The sound of him bottoming out, the feel of his hands digging into my flesh, the sparks that danced on top of and underneath my skin all intertwined and sparked the fire.
It built and twisted and turned into something I couldn’t control. It lapped at me and sparked from me deep inside.
A low rumble reverberated from him, and I shattered. The last of my p.leasure peaked and shot through me, igniting every nerve ending; traveling to places I didn’t know could feel p.leasure. It coursed in waves, but he held me still, p.umping deep inside me as the fire flared. He was the only thing grounding me, or I swear this fiery p.leasure would consume me.
“Holden,” I panted. His name was a prayer on my lips.
“Cali,” My name was a promise on his.
“Holden,” I begged him for more, not to stop.
“Cali,” He gave me everything I needed.
He thrust inside me in a few long strokes. His accompanying growl sent a fresh wave of p.leasure through me.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“Welcome to werewolf s*x,” He leaned over and kissed my ear lobe.
“Again,” I commanded, and he listened.
“Are you ready?” Caspien’s voice was severe, more so than usual.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. This is our one chance. We can’t or won’t be more prepared.”
“We could always be more prepared,” Holden said.
“How very un-Holden-like of you,” Caspien almost smiled.
“If you want to change your mind,” Willa tugged at a piece of her shiny black hair and chewed her bottom lip.
“I don’t, and stop staring at me,” I looked at them, “All of you,” I crossed my arms.
“We’re just worried,” Willa said, averting her gaze when mine met hers, but she smiled when she did that.
“And I’m ready. Let’s do this so I can get back to werewolf s*x.”
Willa snorted once.
“The reason for my change was to do this as soon as possible, get ahead of them. Now let me do it,” I pleaded, and thankfully no one said anything.
“We won’t be far, d.amnit I wish you could link us,” Caspien ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head, “You know what to do if you need help?”
“Burn the place down,” I looked at him.
“Something like that,” Caspien gave me a smile, an actual smile.
I stepped out of the car a block away and walked toward The Dome. I made my way to the back immediately. Keeping my head high and avoiding direct eye contact. Focusing on my destination, I kept my pace steady but quick.
I knew what I was doing, where I was going, and that I belonged there. At least it looked like I did to the few people I passed.
Go around back. That was the only instruction. It was vague, and I didn’t like vague. There was a door past some blue dumpsters that reeked of stale alcohol. It was wooden and looked like it led to nowhere, but it was attached to the back of the building. I could hear a low hum of hushed chatter on the other side.
I paused for a split second.
You can do this
I jumped a bit. Great, just what I needed. I wasn’t used to having a constant positive inner monologue that tried their best to terrify me.
Sorry, just trying to help
I know, I know. Thank you, just keep your eyes out, or whatever
My eyes are your eyes
Well just stop popping up
How about you stop being so jumpy?
I closed my eyes and took a short breath, pushing the door open. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, too dim for human eyes, and I stepped in.
It was dark, wooden, and looked like a bar that had been untouched for decades or centuries. I shrugged; nice touch. I appraised the place as fast as I could. An older woman, an old woman actually, made eye contact with me from behind the one bar in the room. No one else seemed to notice me, or if they did, they didn’t show it.
I sauntered to the bar, trying to imitate Holden’s casual gait. They were all so self-assured, so silent. I wondered if that was a werewolf thing or if that came with the confidence of knowing your place and knowing it was leading a literal gigantic pack of werewolves. I placed my arms on the sticky bar and pulled back slightly, frowning.
“Can I get you something?” She asked; her voice sounded like something from a movie, like too grandmotherly. I didn’t think that made sense.
Yeah, it’s weird – My annoying counterpart jumped in, she growled at me, and I fought a smile.
“Something strong,” I met her golden eyes, her face was filled with wrinkles, and it looked soft, even though I couldn’t imagine this woman smiling or making any facial expression to have earned those etched lines of time.
“Hm,” She turned around and grabbed a bottle, she set a glass down hard, and I jumped a bit. I was surprised it didn’t break. Maybe werewolves had some kind of special glass too. She poured some brown liquid into it, and the smell burned my nose.
Her eyes turned to slits for a moment, her mouth a thin line as she studied me. I met her fiery stare and took it all in one sip. It burned, but I had been in so much more pain yesterday, and this, this was nothing.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t give anything away.
“Another,” I set it down on the counter, plastering on a sweet smile, “Please.”
“Hm,” She poured another, a frown set on her face, “We only accept cash.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.