Her Shadowed Wolves (House of Wolves and Magic Book 3)

by Helen Scott

  Nina stood there in her dirt covered jeans and T-shirt, staring at the shower as though it were some kind of strange contraption.

  “Why don’t you let me help, Nina?” I asked as I moved forward.

  She nodded, and I reached for her in the small space, drawing her toward me before I knelt down and untied her shoes, pulling one from each foot along with the socks she was wearing and setting them over in the corner. When that was done, I pushed to my feet and started removing pieces of her clothing. The mud and dirt were flaking off and drifting to the floor like snowflakes, if snowflakes were brown and more solid than they usually were.

  She made a disgusted noise when she had to peel the sports bra she’d been wearing from her skin, the mud, sweat, and blood that had dried between the two making it stick. There was enough dirt caked onto the bottom of her jeans that they stood up on their own to an extent. She shimmied out of them and her undies.

  Nina stood naked before me, pulling at the hair tie that had been keeping her long dark blonde locks out of her face. She might be a bit dirty, but she was still a goddess. The intelligence that shone in her eyes, the curves of her body, the small smile she gave me. Even now, she was perfect. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t flawed, we all were, but she was perfect for me, for Roman, Blake, and Tate as well.

  I reached past her, trying not to stare at the body I wanted to spend days worshipping, and turned on the shower. The water sprayed over the walls and bounced off onto her skin, hitting her completely as she stepped into the flow of the water.

  It was my turn to get naked if I wanted to join her, and I did, so I stripped down, tossing my clothes into a pile on the floor against the door. I stood watching her enjoy the water for a moment before I stepped in and joined her.

  The shower had hands free shampoo, conditioner, and soap dispensers on the wall. As she let the water sluice through her hair to get some of the dirt out, I loaded up on shampoo and plopped it on the top of her head.

  “Turn around,” I said, trying to keep all the dirty thoughts from my mind.

  She did as I asked, and I began working my hands through the shampoo and her wet hair. Gently, section by section, I washed her hair. When I was satisfied that it was as clean as I could get it for that round, I spun her and let the water do its work. Once all the suds were out, I repeated the process, massaging her scalp at the same time.

  I was trying to be good, really I was, but the noises she made when I rubbed her head as I washed her hair were most definitely not helping. After rinsing her hair free of shampoo once more, I loaded up on conditioner and worked that through her hair as well.

  While that was sitting, I got some of the soap and began to wash her body.

  The whole time, she just stood there, letting me manipulate her and move her the way I wanted so I could help her. It wasn’t that I thought she couldn’t handle it by herself, I knew she could, but I wanted to take this chore from her and turn it into something pleasurable. Something that she didn’t have to think about while she was processing everything that had happened. She still hadn’t really told us what was going on with Blake. I mean, we knew the basics, but that was it. The fact that he’d been taken would’ve been eating her up, I just knew it.

  Each stroke of my soapy hand washed the dirt and debris from her body, and I only hoped it washed away some of the stress and overwhelming emotions as well. We’d been through so much in such a short time, even if we hadn’t had the mate bond, the events that we’d experienced together would have left us bonded. I knew if my nana was still alive, she’d say that it was the fates testing us, making sure we were stronger together, strong enough for whatever life had to throw at us, strong enough to face the future together.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked as the last of the suds washed away from her body.

  “Not yet, not right now.” Her voice was soft and felt like a feather being traced over my skin. Even through the scent of the soap, I could still pick out what was uniquely Nina. Floral but also fruity, not overly sweet, like something with a little bite, which made sense for Nina.

  I brushed my thumb over her cheekbone and watched as she tilted her head up to me like a flower following the sun. When her beautiful eyes met mine, her gaze captured me and I was lost. We stood like that for a moment, with me trying to ignore the impulse to kiss her, to keep this as just a special moment between us and not make it about sex, but my growing cock had other ideas.

  “Your turn,” she said as she spun us so that I was the one now standing under the spray.

  She reached for the shampoo and tried to wash my hair, but it was awkward, given the height difference. Finally, I took over, rubbing the shampoo through my hair roughly and rinsing it out before doing another wash just to be sure I’d gotten everything. As I put some conditioner in my hair, Nina began washing my body.

  The sensation of her hands trailing over my skin, slick with soap and water, was more than I could take. She worked her way down my sides and my abs, and I had to fist my hands at my sides so I didn’t reach out and grab her. I wanted to slam her against the wall of the shower and slide my cock into what I knew was a wet pussy and not just because of the water. The scent of her arousal was more potent an aphrodisiac than anything I’d ever experienced before. Just the slightest amount could bring me to my knees.

  When her hand slid around the length of my cock, soaping it, I shuddered from the strength of my desire for my mate. I didn’t even realize I’d closed my eyes until I found them opening again as I felt her shift around.

  What I saw when I did open them almost had me blowing my load right then and there.

  Nina was on her knees with her mouth open and my cock disappearing inside it. The scorching wet heat of her mouth was almost as close to a religious experience as I’d ever come, and the only thing closer was being inside her tight pussy. It was enough to make me think that there may have been some truth to the old stories.

  Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and rubbed the underside as she sucked me down. When I hit the back of her throat, I tried to pull back, not wanting to overwhelm her, but she just pushed deeper.

  “You keep doing that, beautiful, and I’ll come in seconds,” I murmured.

  She pulled away from my cock and grinned up at me. “And if I want you to fuck me in this shower?”

  “Then you definitely need to stop doing that, otherwise I’m going to be too spent to pleasure you.” I held out my hand, and she took it, using me as a stabilizer while she pulled to her feet.

  “Well, I’ve stopped. Are you going to fuck me in the shower now?” she asked cheekily.

  “If that is what the lady desires,” I replied with a wink. “We do love to please.”

  With that, I reached out and cupped her head in my hand, pulling her toward me as my lips crashed against hers. They were plush and full against my own, and her tongue darted out, swiping at my lower lip until I nipped her lip in retaliation, making her gasp with need. The sound went straight to my cock, and I slid a hand down her body, caressing every inch of her as I went, flicking over the nipple that was closest until it was a firm, pointed peak under my touch. I slid my hand farther down until I reached the apex of her thighs. She spread her legs for me as soon as I touched her, allowing me to slip my fingers between her folds and stroke her clit until her legs were weak and shaking.

  Moans left her lips, and as much as I tried to capture them with my mouth, I was rarely successful, too lost in the beauty that was Nina when she completely let down all her barriers. I dipped my finger farther inside her and felt the sweet slickness of her core.

  I withdrew it a moment later, bringing her cream to my lips so I could taste her, the sweetness exploding over my tongue. If I could drink her down, I would, but the lady had requested a fucking, so that was what she was going to get.

  “Quiet now, or you’ll have the nurses coming in,” I said when she moaned as my finger circled her clit once more.

  “Let th
em. They’d just be jealous when they saw you naked,” she growled out. “Although, then I would have to gouge their eyes out.” She said the last so nonchalantly that it took my brain a moment to catch up, but once it did, I felt that rush of lust and love that I always did when she said something both my wolf and I liked.

  My hand slipped from her core down her leg, pulling it up until it was wrapped around one side of my hips. She took the hint and hopped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist so that tight little pussy of hers was pressed right up against my cock. The slickness of her folds had nothing to do with the water that was still raining down on both of us and everything to do with the way we reacted to one another.

  I pulled back slightly and used one hand to line my cock up with her entrance, spearing her on it with one thrust before backing out and sliding the rest of the way in on the second thrust, not stopping until my balls hit her ass. She was perfect, tight and hot, wet enough that I didn’t have to worry about taking things slow. That said, once I was all the way in, I held myself there for a moment, relishing the way she felt around my cock while also giving her body time to adjust.

  The next time I pulled out, it was time for the fun to really start. I tried to start slow, I really did, but it was like her pussy was a black hole, in the best way, and was just sucking me in no matter how hard I tried to get away. Everything in me quieted when I was balls deep in my mate, the world seeming to fade away until the only thing I was paying attention to was her breathing and the sounds coming from her mouth as I fucked her. I tried different angles, different speeds, everything I could think of until I found what she responded to the most, then I floored it. I went hard and fast because that’s what she wanted, or maybe just needed, right now. My balls slapped against her ass as I pressed her harder into the wall with every thrust. When I heard the linoleum shower wall creak, I backed off, not wanting to break anything.

  Instead of fucking her as hard as I could, I slipped one of my hands down under her ass, where I began circling the ring of puckered flesh that resided there. Her gasps turned short and sharp as her climax began to build within her, her pussy slowly tightening on my cock.

  She slid a hand between us, flicking and circling her clit until she was practically vibrating on top of me. I leaned forward and bit down in her earlobe, not too hard, just enough to send a spike of pain through her pleasure, and it pushed her over the edge.

  The second her channel clamped down on my cock, I knew I was lost. With each wave of her orgasm, she squeezed me, and I thrust into her as fast and hard as I could in turn, until I felt the tingle in the base of my spine explode outward, tightening my balls and jerking my cock as I came. She kept working herself until she reached a whole new level of pleasure, one that had my dick well and truly milked within her. I felt like I’d come for minutes not seconds, and as though every drop of fluid had just been sucked from my body, but in a good way.

  We were both panting and sweaty, even though the water was still hitting us. As I withdrew from the heaven that was my mate’s pussy, she moaned in a way that had the blood rushing to my cock once more. Only I knew if we started round two, then by the time we got out, all the food would be gone and neither of us would be able to walk straight. It was because I knew my mate needed to eat that I began reciting the states and all their capitals in alphabetical order in my head.

  We quickly washed once again, even though I hated that it washed away the scent of our mating. I knew it was better to be clean than marked as my mate for right now. When she got out of the shower, she had wrapped herself in one of the tiny towels that were stored in the bathroom. The thing was barely big enough to wrap around her hair, let alone her body.

  “Ugh, I don’t want to put those clothes back on,” Nina muttered as she worked on toweling off her luscious skin.

  “Then don’t,” I said, waggling my eyebrows at her. She pursed her lips and gave me a look that said I’d better be joking, which of course, I totally was. Definitely. One hundred percent. Not trying to get my mate to just walk around naked, nope. “I mean, we can see if there’re more clothes that would fit you in the packs, or we can try and grab some scrubs from somewhere. There have to be spares lying around somewhere.”

  “Uh-huh, sure, that’s what you meant. Right,” she teased, swatting at me with the towel as I grabbed the other one to dry off as well.

  A knock sounded on the other side of the door, and Roman said, “Food’s almost gone. If you want some, you better get your asses out here.”

  “Oh, hell no. They better have left some food for me!” Nina strode to the door, getting ready to fling it open in all her naked glory.

  Something I knew, that she seemed to have forgotten, was that there was no way Roman would let them eat all the food. Taking care of Nina was his primary focus. It was mine as well, but he was something else when it came to this stuff. No, him calling through the door was because he probably didn’t want to listen to us go at it again, or at least didn’t want to without joining in. Since he wouldn’t abandon Tate for some bathroom shenanigans, I knew he wanted us to come out.

  Before she could step out there completely naked, I stepped forward and pressed my hand against the door over her shoulder. “Don’t torment them like that. Poor Tate will have a hard-on that he can’t do anything about, and Roman won’t fuck you in a hospital, at least not the way he usually does. Think of them and wrap a towel around yourself, unless you want them both to have erections for the entire next conversation?”

  Her shoulders slumped, and I hated myself a little for reminding her that reality was waiting for us right outside the door. But my mate wasn’t as fragile as she thought, and I knew that we could handle whatever was about to happen. My only question was, could Blake handle what was happening to him right now?

  21

  Nina

  “Like that towel is really going to cover anything,” I said with a scoff as Micah stood there holding the tiny strip of fabric. Hell, I couldn’t even dry my hair with that thing, let alone anything else. It was thin and scratchy and clean, which was better than the clothes I’d taken off at the beginning of the shower, so I could deal with it.

  “Trust me, beautiful, even covering a tiny bit of the gorgeousness that is your body goes against everything I believe in, but I’m trying to think of the greater good here,” Micah said as his gaze raked over my body once more.

  I felt my skin heat in response and was sure that I was flushed as a grin spread over his face. “Fine, but I need to find some other clothes soon, or I’m going to be arrested for indecent exposure.”

  “Like Roman would let anyone else see you naked,” Micah said with a snort.

  “Oh, and you would?” I countered.

  “Fuck no, but I’m sure he’s probably already got something out there for you. If you’re ready to face the world again, that is?” He’d started off joking, but by the time he finished, we were both more sober than before.

  I felt my shoulders droop, and even though I tried not to let it show, I knew Micah noticed.

  “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

  The exhaust fan in the bathroom had been running the whole time, and it gave the illusion of privacy, even though I was fairly sure that Tate and Roman could probably hear everything. It was that illusion that let me speak now though. “What do you think they’re doing to Blake?”

  Micah blew out a hard breath and turned away from me, which was all the answer I needed really. The bathroom wasn’t huge, though it was bigger than the one in my old apartment, so when Micah stepped away, he basically turned and leaned against the other wall.

  “I don’t know, Nina. Blake was one of theirs, he was a member of that pack, and he betrayed them. I can’t imagine Jax going easy on him, you know?” His voice was pained, and I was sure he was remembering his own time under Jax’s tender care.

  “Do you think he’ll survive?” I asked, my voice barely audible to myself.

  “
I don’t know. Honestly, I have no idea. If they treat him the way they were treating me in his current state? I don’t know that he’d be able to withstand it.”

  We both fell silent as I processed what he said. There was a good likelihood that Blake could die. There was also a good likelihood that it would be my fault for saying I needed to think about it. The thought made me sick to my stomach, but if I’d gone with the wolf when he first approached me, then I felt sure that Blake would already be dead and the others too, if Jax had been able to get his hands on them.

  “I never really got to ask you if you were okay?” I asked, shifting the subject slightly while guilt ate at my insides.

  “I’ll be fine,” Micah said, not looking at me.

  “What aren’t you telling me?” I stepped toward him, but he held his hand out, stopping me from getting too close.

  “They chained me up and beat me, Nina. There’s not a lot to tell. It’s not something I’d ever experienced before and would prefer not to experience again. The physical pain was only half of it though. They kept talking about you and what they were going to do to you once Jax realized that you were just another dumb bitch. When Jax heard them, he beat them even more severely than they beat me.” Micah paused and just breathed for a few moments, as though the memories were too overwhelming to allow him to speak. When he continued, his words made my heart constrict with grief and terror equally. “He said that he’d make you watch us die once you willingly went to him. That he’d fuck you and mark you in front of us before he killed us. He thought you’d be cheering him on the whole time, even thought he could get you to come as he killed us if he wanted to. Said that the orgasm he’d give you while you watched us bleed out would be the best of your life, that the last thing we’d ever see would be the rapture on your face as he gave you pleasure on a level that you’ve never experienced before.” Micah swallowed thickly, like he was trying not to vomit, and I knew that this was probably a censored version of what Jax had actually said.