What is he going to do to me?
He grips my shoulders and turns me to face the sink countertop. I meet his golden gaze in the mirror. Mine looks startled. His, feral.
He presses between my shoulder blades, folding me forward until I brace my forearms on the cool marble.
Prowling closer, he positions himself beside my hip and strokes his large palm down my back to arrive at my ass. He squeezes me roughly then lifts his hand away and brings it down with a clap.
I get lightheaded. Dazed. Wet where I’ve never been wet before. It doesn’t hurt. Not at all. But my wolf is riled up.
Especially when he immediately rubs away the sting, massaging, and squeezing my ass before he delivers the next spank. I’m panting, breathing in short little gasps, awash in sensations. The steady thrum between my legs grows louder. I want him there.
No. No, I don’t. That would be crazy. Surrendering to this burning desire would mean I lose everything–my entire identity. My life’s training and dedication to become the honored Seeress.
It’s not possible. There’s no way.
Yet, still, I don’t move to stop him. I’m not sure I could if I tried, though he seems more in control than he was out in the mud. And even then, he didn’t claim me.
Noah peppers my ass with spanks–light ones interspersed with caresses. It sends all the blood rushing between my legs, and the scent of my arousal fills the room like a hedonistic perfume.
I imagine him kicking my legs wider, gripping my hips, and taking me roughly from behind.
My body revels in the idea. My mind rebels.
Noah clasps the back of my neck and uses it to lift me from my position and rotate my body to face him. His lips crash against mine with bruising intensity.
I open for the kiss, apparently as eager as he is. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. He sucks at my lips.
It’s…transcendent. The most honest interaction I’ve had with anyone in my life. It’s like all my defenses and self-protective measures have crumbled, laying my true essence bare. I’m raw and open and impossibly sensitive to every nuance of this man’s touch.
Still kissing me, Noah tugs me toward the shower, where he turns on the water then picks me up by the waist and lifts me inside under the spray.
I rinse the mud out of my hair and from my face and legs, acutely aware that Noah is stripping out of his clothes. In a moment, he will be naked. I will see everything.
I’ve seen naked men before–witnessing the Alpha Rites. I found them almost repulsive. Frightening. But right now…I can’t look away. Noah’s body is built of solid, chiseled muscle. He slides his jeans and boxers off, and I get a view of his powerful thighs and ass. And…oh my.
Oh…wow. His cock flies at full mast for me, thick and hard. My body instantly readies for him, the slick between my legs hot on my inner thighs.
Oh fate. I need to stop this.
The moment he steps into the shower, I dance out of it. Surprisingly, he lets me go. I grab a towel and wrap it around myself, facing the shower, watching the spectacular show of Noah rinsing off the mud under the spray of water. The ache of need between my legs extends upward, into my womb. My heart thuds against my breastbone.
I need to talk to him. To explain before anything happens.
“I can’t have sex.” I raise my voice to speak over the spray of water before I realize it doesn’t matter.
Noah turns the water off and faces me, his attention on my lips. I hand him a towel, which he thankfully wraps around his waist.
“I can’t have sex,” I repeat. “Or I lose my ability to see.”
He cocks his head, not understanding.
“My visions.” I point to my eyes. “I have to be a virgin.”
Noah considers me, standing there in his full male glory, droplets of water running down his cut muscles. I want to lick them off his body. I want to throw myself at him and beg him to finish what he started.
“You have to be a virgin,” he repeats.
I nod. A trembling has begun in the backs of my knees, born of temptation. Of fear that he’ll be angry or force himself on me. Borne of navigating this foreign landscape with a man I barely know.
