Page 4 of Feral Edge

"Not until you shower."

"Fine, your loss." He says it like he's already given in, and now I'm suspicious of his every fucking move.

Locking eyes with me, Elijah starts slowly tugging his pants down his legs. Bending just right so he never loses eye contact until he kicks his pants off his feet. His cock bobs happily, half erect, like the act of trying to seduce me turned him on, too.

"Through there." I wave a hand toward the en-suite bathroom.

"Nice, I had to share a bathroom with four wolves and somehow I got cleaning duty every damn time."

"I can't imagine using you in any other way than sexually explicit ones right now." The words spill out before I could stop them. He knows I want him; it doesn't matter, but at the moment, it charges things further.

The heady scent of arousal fills the bathroom faster than the steam from the shower ever could. I watch, mouthwatering as Elijah stretches, then steps into the steamy shower.

"Fuck me," he groans.

Is that an offer? Is he begging me to step into that shower and show him how a real alpha fucks? Probably not, but my cock isn't getting that memo. It's straining against my pants so much it just might break the zipper.

The familiar scent of my favorite body wash adds to the steamy air around me. I stare through the steamy glass as Elijah scrubs his body. He's lean and muscular. Where I'm bulky, he's soft and trim. The room turns electric as Elijah starts stroking his cock. I let him continue, he knows I'm here, this isn't some perverted breach of trust. Under the steaming spray of water, he groans and stokes himself from base to tip, lingering on the tip longer then back down to the base.

He moans as his strokes get faster and erratic. e's close. Without thinking, or maybe too much thinking has me stepping into the shower, clothes be damned. I take his hand in mine and stroke once, twice, then lean into his body. Under the spray of water, despite my clothes.

"Do you really think I'd let you come in here… without me? You think I want the first time you get off in my house to be alone in the shower?"

I squeeze his cock once more before releasing it. I want him so wound up he begs me to fuck him.

"You don't get to come until I allow it. Do you understand me?"

"You are not my fucking alpha." Elijah shouts. "Get out."

I step out of the shower, despite my instinct to stay and show him exactly how much his alpha I am.

"Don't do it, I'll have you tied to my bed until the full moon if you touch my cock without permission again."

"Fuck off," he mumbles as I shut the sliding glass door. There's a puddle beneath me. I'm soaked, shoes and all. The attached closet has everything I need to dry off and change. I pull out a pair of joggers and a t-shirt of mine from a few years back… it should fit Elijah and leave it on the bathroom counter with a towel.

"I'll be waiting out here." I tell him.

"Fuck you," he responds.

"Eventually." I say and shift to my wolf on my bed. He wants to watch his pet, too.

6

Elijah

I can jerk off if I want to. Cian can't tell me what to do. I slide my hand along my shaft and stroke myself. My cock responds with a hardness I've never felt before. Images of Cian looming over me, punishing me for touching myself, make me harder. I'm panting under the spray of water, stroking myself like I'm about to get caught. Cian could open the door and stop me at any moment, pin me to the wall and… fuck. My release hits me hard, cum spurting from my cock hitting the shower wall ahead of me in creamy ropes until my balls have no more to give.

I yank the shower wand out and spray the results of my disobedience away. One more quick head to toe scrub and I'll get out and act like nothing happened. He doesn't need to know I came while thinking of him punishing me for touching myself. My cock twitches with interest at the reminder of what I did.

A soft warning growl greets me when I step out of the bathroom. The gray wolf barely fits atop the huge bed, his bushy tail is wagging as it hangs over the edge of the bed. My wolf is pacing, impatiently waiting his turn to play with the big bad alpha. Cian barks, a low invitation to shift that my wolf takes without consulting me.

My paws hit the bedroom floor, and I shake out my fur. It's been days since I could shift. The cell had wards that prevented me from shifting into my wolf. Otherwise, I'd have torn through the bars and gotten free. Cian's wolf chuffs, an impatience in the sound that has my wolf returning the sound.

Cian stands to his full alpha wolf height. He's taller than I am, bigger in all the ways that could mean my end, and yet somehow my wolf feels perfectly content to be in his presence. Leaving this up to my wolf is out of the question. He's in control and rubbing up against Cian's wolf like he's found his fucking mate.

Derek is our mate. I remind my wolf only to be ignored. A knock at the door cuts our wolfish meet and greet short. Cian shifts first, and what a glorious sight he is to behold. Huge alpha cock was not at all an understatement. I shift after a moment of staring at his body. We're both naked and standing in his room when the door swings open.

Two of the men from our escort crew step into the room, including the one with a crush on Cian. And we're naked. Cian strolls up to the men, dick just right there for them to see. A possessive part of me wants to step between them and block their view, but I stay back, letting Cian take charge of the room.