But we needed to get to the base. The others were likely worried at this point; we should have arrived several days ago. However, Riley’s heat had lasted a week. Then we’d spent our two extra days in bed.
I didn’t regret it.
And from the way Riley leaned into me now, I knew she didn’t either.
She gave me a sleepy smile as I washed her hair. “I’m starting to appreciate the whole bond thing right now.”
“Yeah?” I drew my fingers through her hair, combing the conditioner into it.
“Yeah,” she echoed, her palms finding my abdomen as she rubbed soap into my skin.
When she didn’t stray from my torso, I said, “There’s more to me than my abs,ástin mín.”
“I know.” Her touch slipped down to my half-hard cock. She gave it a stroke before sliding up to massage my knot.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to fuck you in the shower.”
“You say that like it’s a threat and not a promise,” she murmured, squeezing my base.
“Maybe I’ll fuck that disobedient ass of yours.”
“Maybe I’ll like that,” she countered, arching an auburn brow in obvious challenge.
I backed her into the wall, my hands in her hair, and pressed my arousal to her soft belly. She was so much smaller than me. Which only seemed to make me harder for her.
“I need you to be able to run,” I told her. “If I take that pert ass, you won’t be able to sit, let alone walk.” I leaned in to press my lips to her ear. “But if you’re a good girl, I’ll give it to you at the base and make you scream for all the others to hear.”
She shivered. “Yes, please.”
I bit down on her lobe. “Show me you mean it and soap up the rest of me.”
Her hands immediately started back up my torso, but this time she ventured to the sides and around to my back. “Such a good little wolf,” I murmured in Icelandic. “Keep doing that and I’ll give you even more rewards.”
She responded with a sigh, clearly having no idea what I’d said but liking the tone of it just the same.
I kissed her pulse and continued my ministrations with her hair.
Then I took the soap from her and carefully caressed every inch of her.
She washed my hair while I knelt to reach her legs, her hands easily working a lather into my long strands before I rinsed us both beneath the single sprayer.
By the time we finished, I was more than ready to fuck her again.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I focused on feeding her.
We didn’t bother with clothes, just ate naked in the kitchen and drank enough water to ensure we were hydrated appropriately to run in this heat.
Once we were done, she nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Good.” I kissed her temple and led the way outside. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
JONAS
Somewhere in North Carolina
