“You have something to tell me?” I stand here naked, bracing myself for whatever awful thing that he might say.
Enrique’s forehead creases and he strokes his bottom lip with a knuckle. The anguish in his eyes so sharp, it lacerates my own confidence. I pull his hand down to me and kiss the worrying knuckle.
“Tell me, Enrique.”
Caressing my mouth with the knuckle I kissed, he licks his bottom lip in silent consideration. This supposedly self-assured wolf, the Prime of the Natives, is so certain of everything, except talking to me about this issue. His uncertainty scares me. What did he do that is so terrible?
Finally, glancing at the floor, he speaks. “The police found your necklace.”
“Oh.” I’m certain that isn’t what his uncle was talking about. “That’s good news.” The relief of getting my pendant back doesn’t come close to easing the deep stab of disappointment at Enrique’s avoidance. “Is that all?”
Please tell me.
Slowly, his caress moves to my cheek and into my hair. Winding his other arm around my waist, he pulls me close. “For now,” he whispers, wrapping my nape with his hand and kissing the top of my head.
“Enrique” — I choke on the plea that he confide in me.
“Shh, little witch.”
He nuzzles my head, inhaling deeply. “Do you trust me?” I hear a quiet desperation in his muffled voice and, when I lean back to see his face, the wolf is in his eyes.
“Irrevocably.”
Relieved, he sighs and the corners of his mouth lift in a small smile.
I angle my head to expose my throat, to remind him of what just happened between us. “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t. I know of your reputation, Enrique.”
His lips purse in anger.
“And I assume there is at least a hint of truth to the rumors.”
With a guilty squint and slight tilt of his head, he acknowledges the statement.
“I have many secrets, Shavone. Some I’m eager to share with you. Some are” — He pauses as his brows pull together. “Having you in my life is my biggest wish, my only wish, come true.”
Oh.
“I just got you.” He kisses my head. “The last thing I want to do is to instantly drive you away.”
My disappointment tempers at his honest admission.
He’s not the type to do anything without reason. Whatever deal he made with this Kennedy person has something to do with the Alliance and their outrageous manipulation of our lives. That much is clear.
Far from consoling me, the realization upsets me all the more, and makes me all the more determined to stand by Enrique’s side. No matter what.
“Good, bad, ugly. I want to know all of you.”
“And you will, mi dulce. Trust me. Trust me to find the right words. Trust me to say them at the right time.” His eyes dart between mine, begging for understanding.
I inhale deep through my nose and exhale the frustration out through my mouth. For long moments, I stare at my wolf.
Just how horrible is this deep, dark secret? What exactly did he do to me? He saved me. Whatever else there is, I know that much to be true. Another truth is that it doesn’t matter. There is nothing I won’t forgive this man.
A hard swallow ripples his throat. “Trust me.”
I blow out another breath and wrap my arms around his neck. “Okay,” I murmur, pressing my lips to his. “I trust you to tell me when you’re ready.”
Needing to reassure him, and, perhaps myself, too, I kiss him. Oh, the spicy cinnamon flavor of him is so delicious. I rise to my tiptoes to press closer and grip his hair. Enrique quickly takes over. His hands on my behind, he lifts. I wrap my legs around his waist. Together, our tongues wipe my brain of any argument or coherent thoughts.
His cock rises underneath my cheeks. I flex my hips down onto it. He breaks the kiss with a moan.
“You are mine,” he growls, sliding one hand up my back, into the goo that has begun to crust over. He mock grimaces and looks at his hand. “And right now I want to wash what is mine.”
With me clinging to him, he walks toward the bathroom.
I nuzzle his throat, lightly biting just below his ear. He groans and sets me on my feet just outside the shower. While he strips his pajama pants, I turn the tap.
“Put it on your setting.”
What?
“I saved it for you this morning.” He wakes the digital water controller and shows me how to select ‘Shavone’s temps’. In a nanosecond, perfectly hot water pours from the large, square, overhead nozzle.
I gape at him.
He smirks. “Let’s get you wet.” He pulls me under the stream.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back to let the gentle rain-like flow hit my face for a moment. Then, I slowly turn and bend so that the water hits all my skin. When I open my eyes, Enrique has my shampoo in his hands.
“Washing my hair twice in one day will dry it out.”
“We’ll use extra conditioner.” He ushers me out of the water flow and he carefully spreads the shampoo on my head.
Oh. Oh, my, it feels so good. His fingers lightly scrub my head, behind my ears and the nape of my neck. He palms the longer pieces on my back to wash with minimal abrasion.
“Rinse,” he says.
Closing my eyes, I step back under the water. The bulk of the suds gone, I step to the side as Enrique fills a palm with my conditioner.
“Another fantasy come true,” he murmurs.
“You’ve fantasized about washing hair?” I smirk.
He tugs a strand playfully. “Only yours.” With deliberate care, he works the conditioner in, smoothing it from my scalp diligently to every end.
I lean back into him, feeling his erection poking at me.
Mmmm. Yes.
“Rinse,” he whispers and steps away.
I pout missing the feel of him, but close my eyes and rinse my head. The aroma of my body wash fills the shower. I open my eyes to his hands full of wash. He crooks an index finger. “Come here.”
Eyes never leaving his, I step close to him.
With a chaste kiss on my lips, his soapy hands glide up and down my arms. “Lift your hair.”
I pile it on my head. His hands move to my clavicle, across my shoulders to my back and behind. There, his hands stay and caress for several strokes as he kisses me, his tongue mirroring what his hands are doing.
I lean into him — into his thick cock.
“Turn around,” he orders, his already deep voice huskier and sexier.
The pads of his fingers keep touching me as I pivot, coming to rest on my belly. One hand caresses there while the other lovingly washes my breasts.
“Oh,” I purr and rest the back of my head on his shoulder.
“You like?”
“Mmmm, very much.”
He lightly pinches a nipple.
“Enrique,” I gasp.
He kisses the mark he left on my throat and turns me around to face him.
“Time to wash the lower half.” A salacious grin turns up the edges of his beautiful lips.
He squeezes more product in his hand and sits on the bench in front of me. “Lift.” He points to a foot.
Carefully, I put it between his legs on the bench — right against his erection.
Eyes darkening, he starts at the heel, leisurely lathering my entire leg going right to the crease at my hip.
Oh, I want him to touch between my legs, but he deliberately avoids it. “Other foot.” His smile turns to a smirk.
My wolf-man teases me. Two can play that game. I swap legs, this time resting my foot to the outside of his legs, and giving him a nice view of my sex.
Nostrils flare as he takes a deep inhale. That he can smell my arousal registers in his eyes. As though tethered to his hooded lids, my muscles clench in anticipation. He licks his lips, I lick mine.
Again, he starts at the heel, leaning forward a bit with each advancing inch up my leg. By the time he reaches my thigh, I’m
panting. Finally, oh finally, he touches where I want him to touch. One hand on my hip to hold me steady, his other big hand washes my slit from front to anus, and back again.
“Oooooh,” my moan is deep and guttural.
“That’s it, let me hear your pleasure.” Sliding his long fingers between my swollen folds, he captures my inner labia between his fingers and squeezes gently.
Oh, god. My legs tremble and internal muscles squeeze tight. Enrique’s hiss almost sends me over the edge.
“Not yet.” He sets me back and stands to reach the hand held nozzle. “I want to use my mouth to make you come. My wolf has yet to taste your nectar.” Sinking to his knees, he nudges my legs apart.
“Put your foot here.” He pats the bench while rinsing the suds away.
I do as he wants, opening myself to him.
“Perfect.” The nozzle tossed aside, he grips my hips and presses his nose to my slit. “Now I can dine unimpeded.”
The growl that comes from his throat is wolven. Opening his mouth wide, he smothers me with his hot, soft mouth — his tongue instantly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Oh, fuck.
My head falls back as that wonderful tongue circles my clit in firm, but languid strokes. Oh, so slowly, he makes love to me with his mouth.
I groan and grip his hair with both hands.
He hums his approval, the vibrations of which strum through my entire body.
Leaving a soft kiss on my mound, his mouth dips lower. While his tongue laps at my entrance, his nose nuzzles my labia.
The pace is pure pleasure and pure torture.
“Please,” I beg.
I feel his smile, but my pleading does the trick. His lips return to my clit. One hand of his slides down to part me, his middle finger gliding inside.
“Yes,” I ground out, my muscles convulsing. Oh, I’m so close. “Don’t stop, please.”
The touch changes — more primal, ravenous and completely hedonistic. His tongue, literally getting hotter by the second, scorches my pussy.
My wolf.
He snarls, adding another finger to the one already pumping me. Taking my clit firmly into his overheated mouth, he sucks, detonating an exquisite explosion. I cry out a garbled version of his name as the release spins through me, lighting up my nerves with dizzying velocity. Like every orgasm I’ve had with him, I feel the intimacy of Enrique in my cells, feel the simultaneous sensations of sensual ecstasy and emotional serenity.
I love him. He’s mine.
“My wolf,” I whisper out loud, riding the deliriously lengthy climax when another piles on, rocking me to my soul.
“Aaaah, Enrique!”
His mouth leaves my clit to cover my opening where liquid gushes in embarrassing amounts. Far from being repulsed, he laps it up with obvious fervor.
As my tremors continue, Enrique kisses up my body to the pulse point in my neck. “You’re mine,” the wolf whispers in my ear.
He’ll get no argument from me. Ever.
Panting like I’ve run a marathon, my legs threaten to give out. He gathers me in his arms and sits, with me on his lap, on the bench. The engorged cock presses between my legs giving away his intention.
“Uh, uh.” I shake my head no as my body struggles to return to normal.
“But I want to fuck you.” The poor wolf looks so dejected until a thought dawns on him. “You’re sore.”
“No,” I murmur and grin at his poor pitiful me expression. I kiss his lips lightly and force myself to stand.
“It’s your turn to be washed.” I bite my lip and waggle my eyebrows at him.
Mmmm. I get to touch him — everywhere.
chapter 14
From tip to toe, Shavone’s creamy complexion is flushed from the orgasms I gave her — the last of which is still on my tongue and in my mouth. Mmmmm, I growl at the taste. My fangs drop, primal and hungry for more.
“I don’t need to be washed. I need to bury myself in your hot pussy.”
If she isn’t sore, why won’t she let me?
Shavone has the nerve to grin.
“Yes, you do.” Her nails scrape through the solidified balm on my stomach, the touch inflaming my desire higher.
I shake my head no, run my hands up her hips to the side of her tits.
Luscious lips pout playfully.
Snarling with barely controlled need, I stand only to lean her against the tile, to take the taunting pink lips with my mouth, and to fondle her tits and ass.
When I bend my knees to bathe myself in the slickness between her thighs, she breaks the kiss, panting.
Her sexy scent drives my beast to feral.
Her scent has always called to me. Even as a child, even from afar, once she was in my nostrils, my wolf was mollified, assured that eventually all would be well. As long as she was part of my world, however covert, I would eventually be part of hers. Patience and faith were restored most times I checked on my little witch. No one could keep me away from her. Those who tried, died. Literally.
But her flavor? The creamy texture and taste of her sexual pleasure? Those are beyond anything I could have fantasized. I’m drugged by it, hypnotized, blind to everything but consuming her.
Slender fingers comb through the hair at the back of my neck.
“Please, Enrique. Let me wash my wolf.”
The beast in me preens.
“I want to touch you,” she whispers. White teeth catch her full bottom lip between them. “And taste you.”
Washing me is a euphemism. If all my blood weren’t in my cock, I’d have caught on sooner. The thought of her lips on me takes my breath. I open my jaw to gasp in oxygen.
Her tantalizing tongue licks across my right canine. “Will you let me do that?” She murmurs.
Oh, fuck, yes.
With a light peck on her lips, I let her go to position myself under the water.
“I’m all yours.” My lips twitch up in anticipation of filling her sumptuous mouth. “Do as you wish.”
Shavone’s lovely tits bounce as she claps happily. Turning to the shelf built into the wall, she pumps a squirt of my shampoo into her hand.
I have to bend down for her to reach the top of my head. Even on tiptoes, it’s still awkward for her.
“Let’s try this.” I straighten to lift her, standing, to the bench.
“Perfect.” She smiles, threading her fingers into my hair to lather the shampoo.
Mmmmm. I close my eyes and enjoy her touch while I caress her hips and ass. After a few moments, her hands withdraw.
“Rinse,” she says.
I step back into the water. Finished, I open my eyes and step forward into her eager reach.
A hand on my shoulder to steady herself, she leans forward to reach the built-in shelf. In her haste, she slips a bit.
“Careful, now.” I tighten my grip on her hips.
Perfect, indeed. This arrangement gives me wonderful access to her tits. I nuzzle between them. Too tempting to resist, I kiss the rise of a breast, apply my tongue to the nipple.
She moans arching into me for a few seconds.
“Stop,” she pulls the tit out of my mouth. “I’m supposed to be seducing you.”
I laugh. “If that was your goal, you succeeded hours ago.”
Her sweet laugh echoes in the bath.
The conditioner applied and rinsed, she moves on to body soap.
She tackles my shoulders and upper arms first. “You are so hard.” Slick hands wash my pecs. She glances down, teasingly. “Every where.”
“You like hard.”
“Very much.” She kisses my lips. “And your soft lips.”
“What about my tongue?” I kiss her, stroking deep.
“Irresistible,” she purrs.
She moves to step down from the bench. I assist her, keeping a tight reign on my impatient wolf.
Her hands slide down to my stomach. “Sexy sculpted abs.” She strokes back and forth across my muscles.
“I�
��m glad you approve,” I murmur, wishing her hand would go lower, to the cock swelling for her.
She kisses my collarbone before smoothing more suds across my chest. “Turn around.”
When I do, she thoroughly scrubs my back, paying adoring attention to the scar that binds us.
“I love your sexy dimples here.” She squeezes my ass.
“Cheeky little witch.” I chuckle, even as my cock fills more.
Sensing a loss of her body heat, I turn to see what she’s doing. The shower suddenly becomes unbearably hot. She kneels before me with palms full of body wash.
“Legs.” She smirks, rubbing up and down one and then the other, stopping just shy of my balls.
My cock involuntarily twitches. I snarl with the beast in my blood, my control wanes fast. “Shavone,” I warn.
“Don’t worry. I won’t miss any parts.” She licks her lips and cups a soft hand under my balls.
My hiss morphs to a groan when she wraps the other hand around my cock — my painfully hard cock. Softly, she strokes. Thank god. Any firmer or quicker, and I’d explode.
Not yet. I want to feel her mouth.
“Hmmm. I think you’re clean now.” She releases my privates to retrieve the handheld shower from where I left it on the bench.
A quick spray of hot water and I’m soap free.
The passion in her eyes is as erotic as her smooth hand. Just as in the circle, she’s undoing me with her femininity. It swirls around me — bold yet sweet, carnal yet loving.
And, as before, one soft touch of her tormenting tongue reduces me to nothing more than a savage beast with a single goal — taking her. This time, I repress my dominance, allowing her to play with me as she wants.
I move her wet hair out of the way so I can see, as well as feel, what she is doing. A pretty pink tongue licks down one side and up the other in a taunting, almost innocent caress.
My hips respond on their own at the sensation, twitching, urging her to take me in her mouth.
“Hmmm, you taste delicious.” She circles that heavenly tongue around the sensitive head.
“It’s all you can eat,” I rasp out.
Gripping the base of my cock with a lascivious smile, she finally covers the crest of my throbbing shaft with her teasing lips.
“Fuck.” My head falls back in response to the acute pleasure. “Perfect, mi dulce.” I snarl as she takes me to the back of her throat.
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