Enslaved In Shadows (Shadow Unit Book 1)

by Tigris Eden

  “There’s a shower with our name on it,” he said against her ear. They walked towards the small enclosure, and he held her possessively the entire time. It was nice to be wrapped in his arms, calming.

  “I was thinking the same.” Her head fell forward and his lips crawled slowly up the back of her neck; leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His mouth left her body burning for more.

  The water from the shower started automatically when they entered the bathroom. From outside, it looked small, but as she walked further in with Draven, she noticed the shower wasn’t as small as she’d originally thought. It wasn’t overly large either, but it would fit the both of them. There were fresh towels and amenities next to the shower stall, which sported four nozzles.

  She wasn’t going to fight him on the physical contact. She needed his touch, standing still as Draven finished undressing her. His touch was firm as he effectively steered her towards the now steaming shower.

  “Are you coming?” she asked over her shoulder as she stepped into the spray. The water soothed her aching muscles, lessening the tension from the past few days.

  It didn’t take him long to crowd her in the shower. One minute, blasts of water soaked her on all sides, and the next, he was blocking two of the front nozzles. He reached over and grabbed the soap and sponge, letting the body wash fall in large dollops. He didn’t say anything as he washed the last two days of grime off her skin. His hands were gentle and steady. He didn’t pressure her into anything more, he simply allowed her to relax while he took care of her body.

  “Hmm, that feels good.” She placed her head on his chest as he washed her back, massaged the tightened muscles, coaxing them loose.

  “I should hope so. Can I ask you something?” He continued to massage the suds into her back. At this point, he could ask her anything.

  “Sure,” Jes said on a long moan. He tried to hide his laugh, but she could feel his body shaking with it.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing, really, I just know now that showers and washing your back are key to getting you to do my bidding.” The warmth in his voice settled her more, and he continued to wash her back.

  “Seriously, you’re ruining my moment. Ask now or forever wash my back.”

  “Okay, woman.” He turned her away from him and reached for a bottle of shampoo. It smelled like honey and nutmeg. The soap he’d used didn’t really smell. If it did, it was completely overpowered by the shampoo.

  “That smells really good.”

  “It does,” he agreed. “I know now isn’t the time or the place to talk about your life before, or even after me but--” He hesitated. She knew where this was going.

  “You never tried to look for me?”

  “How? I didn’t even know your name. Remember?” The tension was returning, but his fingers worked her skin harder.

  “Yeah.” She barely heard the word laced with regret and anger. How did someone find the father of their child when no names were exchanged?

  His hands began massaging her scalp. Her entire body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and fingers were affected by him washing her hair. Each strand of hair was connected to a pleasure spot of her body. Her nipples were hard and achy, her pussy moist and ready to accept him. She knew he wasn’t trying to be sexual. He was attempting to treat her with respect and kindness, but if he kept washing her hair, they were going to end up fucking right here on the shower floor. Damn fine idea if she wanted to be truthful.

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  She was right when she’d responded to his question. How was she supposed to find him with no name? Would she have tried if he’d told her? He was sure she would have. Not knowing his name must have made her feel like the lowest of the low. If he had he at least given her his name, things would have been different. He wouldn’t have missed out on all the firsts with his daughter. All the firsts he could have shared with Jes.

  Something inside of him snapped. He didn’t know if it was the anticipation that had finally gotten hold of him, or his determination to have and keep Jesminda. He’d never washed another woman’s hair before. The act itself was erotic. The suds from the shampoo rolled enticingly down her back in lazy glides, pooling at the indention of her back, only to fall over her nice ass and down her legs to settle at the base of the shower. His dick was hard, rock hard. This shower was supposed to be about getting her clean and relaxed, not about him and his dick slipping inside her fiery passage and staying buried there forever. Okay, so that did sound more tempting than the original idea.

  Draven turned her and tilted her head back so the spray from the nozzle could rinse her hair. The strands were silky smooth and curly. Mahogany satin slipped through his fingers with ease. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on, and seeing her like this was torture. He backed her farther into the wall with his body and buried his nose in her neck, nipping her shoulder in slow, easy bites. The clean taste of her on his tongue inebriated him, clouded his senses.

  As if she read his thoughts, Jes pushed him back and reached for the sponge. He let her, and was rewarded with a smile. She could light an entire city if she’d only smile more. She will. He would see to it personally. She thought she was empty inside and had no room for him. It wasn’t true; she opened her heart to Bells. And there, somewhere in all the crazy, he was there, too, sitting quietly in a corner waiting patiently for her to say the words. And she would. She was his scripture, her body his temple. Jes was his truth. He’d never been a religious man, but her he would worship until the day he died.

  Her body was small compared to his. She had scars on the outside as well as on the inside. He tensed in anger at the thought of Marcus. He was going to kill the bastard. Questions first, and then he’d decimate the man who’d marred such a lovely woman. It would be a long and torturous road for him. His anger coiled tighter and she must have felt it because she stopped.

  “Everything okay,” Jes asked.

  “Sorry, yeah, I’m good.” He crowded her in the shower and let the suds wash down his body.

  “You look tense.” Her soapy hand wrapped around his erection and squeezed.

  Groaning, he tried to still her hand. “St…stop.”

  She stepped closer and nipped his chest, shaking her head no in the process.

  “I’m just getting started. Relax and let me make you feel good,” she said against his chest. Her hand continued to soap his erection and she began pumping him from base to tip. Over and over until he was so hard it was painful. If she didn’t stop now, it would be over before he had a chance to reciprocate.

  “You like that?” Did he like it? He fucking loved it, and groaned to prove it.

  “Yes.” His voice was hoarse. He could barely speak.

  “Good.” She reached over to the showerhead and turned the spray off, taking a step back so that she could get out of the shower. She grabbed two towels and smiled coyly at him.

  “You want more of that, dry off and get on the bed…times wasting.” She tossed him the towel and he caught it, drying his body in jerky movements.

  “You’re going to pay for that, vixen.” She looked over at him and winked. He liked this new side to her. She dropped her towel and went towards the bed in the room. He followed like the lovesick fool he was. And yeah, he knew he loved her. How could he not? She tied him up and held him transfixed by everything she was. Her strength, courage, and willingness to survive for the sake of their child, moved him.

  He stopped in front of her and looked his fill. She was everything his mate should be and more. She reached up and threaded her fingers into his hair. Tugging on it lightly, his scalp burned from her pulling. Damn, but it felt good. His scalped tingled, and the rest of his body went forward, encasing her in his arms. He was going to bite her, his wolf wanted to mark her again as if the first time weren’t enough. With their heads bent and breath mingling between them, she overpowered him. Her soft, bare breasts against his hard chest made him acutely aware of
their differences. She was all soft curves and sweet, he was hard and dominant. He would be the one to provide, but his brain got jumbled up in the act and his cock nestled between her thighs reminded him what he needed to do. Two hours was not enough fucking time to get inside this woman.

  “I want to be deep inside you, Jes. I want inside so bad my balls ache for it.” He couldn’t help his vulgarity and knew she needed gentle. But she was driving him insane with the soft sighs and breathy moans that were slipping from her beautiful mouth. She tilted her head to the side and offered him her neck. Such an admission, he wondered if she knew just how much. He kissed her forehead and slowly worked his way down her jaw. Their bodies were rubbing sensually against one another by the time he reached her shoulder. He moved her hair out of the way with his nose and kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck met. Here her scent deepened, became ripe with her want, he lingered there, needing to take in as much of her as he could.

  Draven bit her hard, sinking his canines deep into her flesh. She cried out, her entire body shaking with the force of her pleasure. Goose bumps pebbled her skin and the fingers in his hair pulled fiercely. The armor she’d erected was falling. He could feel it in the way she burrowed deeper into his hair. The moan that fell from her lips was music to his ears. This was home for him, she was home. Her blood tasted sweet, strong. The taste exploded on his tongue and infused his veins. She was inside him now. Her essence would always be a part of him. When he pulled back, he used the heat from his hands to stem the blood flow. She was human, and the wound wouldn’t close. She hissed long and low as he held her through it. Her body quivered and rocked against his.

  She was still drunk with pleasure when he finally stopped the bleeding. A werewolf bite wouldn’t change you, but if done the right way it would bring insurmountable pleasure to the person being bit.

  “You should have done that years ago. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth for that,” she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. She lightly bit him with her teeth, licking the sting with her tongue. Draven loved her biting, for him it was an affirmation of her feelings. Her eyes were wide, dilated; her breath came in choppy bursts of air against his face. She was staring at him now, dazed. The room clouded with large amounts of lust oozing from her pores. Damn. It was heady and powerful. His wolf attacked him on all sides, howling to get out, to get to her. Calm and gentle didn’t even begin to describe what happened next.

  He smashed her forcefully into the wall, knocking the air from her lungs. The sound of her body hitting the wood as it cracked under her weight jarred him a bit. For a second, he thought he might have hurt her. Unfazed, she wrapped herself around him locking her ankles at the back of his waist and squeezed. Her incredible lush thighs clenched him painfully in a vice grip. It turned him on, heightened his senses. He tried to calm her with soothing kisses, but it seemed she’d become the hunter and he, the prey.

  Her tongue was on his neck and then his shoulder. She didn’t kiss him, but licked him as if to taste every drop of the heat he was putting off. Fuck, his skin was an inferno going up in flames, and he couldn’t stop the fire if he tried.

  “Stop,” Draven muffled into her hair. “You gotta stop doing that, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  Her eyes met his and he could see the mischief there. She was only getting started. She used the wall to push herself forward, the momentum strong; he couldn’t catch his balance in time. They fell to the floor, her legs trapped behind his back hit the ground with a thud. She’d straddled him and was now atop him with her knees planted firmly on either side of his thighs. Mouths clashed in battle, tongues dueling for supremacy. He was desperate to get inside her, and she seemed just as desperate to have him there. Jesminda pushed his shoulders to the ground, breaking their kiss. Slumberous eyes glazed over in pleasure peered down at him. She licked her lips, tucked the bottom between her teeth and moaned. He knew she was self-conscious about her scars, but he didn’t care. He’d have her any way he could, he loved her that much. When she rubbed her juices back and forth over the hot length of his cock, his mind snapped sharply to the present.

  She pulled his wolf’s growl from his lips as she slid slowly over his length. Again and again, she moved on him, placing the heat of her core directly over his straining erection. He stopped breathing entranced by her wantonness. She was poised over him; he could feel the heat of her pussy singe the head of his cock. She smelled amazing; fresh and soft from their shower. Willing and ready to take what he’d give.

  “I want to taste you first.” The anticipation made him crazed. He needed to taste the sweet juices of her pussy, feel it coat his tongue. He switched their positions and took control. Her fingers scored his chest and she writhed against him. Draven moved down her body and dipped his head, pulling a budding nipple into his mouth and massaging it gently with his tongue. Leisurely nips that made her buck beneath him. He nipped harder, fevered in his actions, it earned him a scream. Her nipples were sensitive where he bit and kissed her. He loved it, alternating between sucking and biting the sweet tasting flesh. Her breasts were perfect, every man’s dream come true. Full, perfectly proportioned breasts that were both round and soft. He placed his nose in the center of her chest and breathed deeply, the scent of her growing stronger there; her island flavor ripe with want was a heady mixture of sex and warmth. Her hands held him there as he sucked, her body jerking beneath him, her thigh brushing over his dick with every movement.

  His hands smoothed down her sides, over her belly. Seeking pleasure points, earning him more cries and lust-filled moans. He kissed the path his hands touched, the journey south slow and sweet. He couldn’t wait to feast on her honey.

  “Draven, please… please don’t stop.”

  He had no intention of stopping, not until he got to his destination. Her mewls and cries of pleasure only drove him higher, made him want her that much more. He buried his face in her heat and took a long, deep breath. Honey and spice and everything right. He nuzzled her flesh, infusing his nose with more of her scent. Her juices coated the inside of her thigh where he’d licked and tasted. Her legs seized as he searched. The muscles tightened into ropes and released on her sighs of pleasure. He did this to her, made her shake with need. Seeing to her pleasure gave him pleasure in return.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said against her thigh. He sucked the skin there into the heat of his mouth and felt her watching. He needed her to see how much she affected him. Draven raised his head and settled himself between her legs. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and anticipation, her chest rising in rapid rhythm.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Slowly, her lashes lifted and what he saw there was enough to undo the strongest of men. Her heart was in her eyes, her doubt and her fear, all there for him to see. It moved him up and crashed him down. Elation ran deep in his veins, but there was also hesitation. He’d take the doubt and fear away and give her power, power to protect herself and power to love with her whole heart again. He’d give her those things and more. All she had to do was let him. He brought his hands under her ass and pulled her forward to his waiting mouth. The entire time he kept eye contact, daring her to look away.

  The first lick through her folds was fire to his tongue. Fuck, her flavor was nectar, succulent sweetness infused with heat. He sucked her lips into his mouth, released them, and did it again. Her hips rose off the floor and her mouth opened on a scream.

  “Oh shit… damn.”

  Draven’s dick was throbbing, the tip weeping for relief. Soon. He’d be inside her soon, but not before he made her come in his mouth. All her passion was going to slide down his throat. His tongue slid easily into her heat, when he pulled back she glided forward, seeking more. Her hands were on his shoulders pulling him to her as she ground her pussy against his lips. Her eagerness spurred him on. He tucked two fingers inside and latched on to her clit. He sucked and flicked with his tongue, repeatedly alternating the speed, humming over
her delicate skin as he loved her with his fingers. The vibrations from his tongue sent her higher and higher, but he eased back, giving her a chance to come down.

  This was about her, and about her letting go. She would, and he’d see her through it. All Jes had to do was trust him. He wanted her starved for him like he was starved for her. He wasn’t someone she could toss to the side once this was over. He wouldn’t let her. His tongue flicked faster on her clit. Her thighs were shaking and her walls gripped his fingers with her impending orgasm. She was close, right there, and he only needed to do one thing to take her over.

  He didn’t stop penetrating her with his fingers; he lifted his mouth from her clit and replaced it with the palm of his hand. Her body was tight and strained. His mate looked beautiful, skin slick with sweat and flushed with heat. She continued writhing under his fingers. Her thighs honey slick with her juices and right before she exploded, he bit down on her thigh, he didn’t break skin, but it was enough to send her crashing over.

  “Yesss!” The sound loud and strained, stretching her vocal cords. Draven rose above her as her body convulsed and vibrated in the aftershocks of her release and slammed in deep with one powerful thrust. They both yelled out in unison at his invasion. He pumped in a series of fast strokes, digging deeper into her body. His wolf wasn’t in the mood to slow down and give her a few spare seconds to collect herself. The wolf wanted hard. She clawed at his chest and he could smell the blood welling just beneath his skin. Her head thrashed from side to side as sweat slid from his brow, down the sides of his face and dripped onto her lovely chest. Loving a woman was damn hard work, but worth every second. Heat surrounded him on all sides. Her hot flesh opened and took him eagerly.

  The sweat from their bodies and the scent of sex penetrated his nose. She was right, there was an undertow, and he was helpless to stop it as the waves of their mating crashed over him in rapid succession. It was pulling back and dragging him under. Fuck, he was dying inside, and if this was the end, he’d meet his maker with a smile on his face. She felt so good, and all he wanted was more. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder kissing the luscious skin as he continued to pound inside her. This position let him get deeper, hitting right to the core of her, the tip of his cock sending electric pleasure back to his balls; filling his limbs with large amounts of high voltage lust and love. He was giving her all he had and so much more. This was right, they were right for each other. She had to see that.