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She had the oddest thought about this moment, something akin to worship. He was an extraordinary man with more muscles than she’d ever seen in her life, so she stayed where she was.
Using both hands, she caressed the back of his knees then slowly slid her palms in the direction of his feet. Her fingers rippled over all kinds of muscles along his calves and the sides of his legs, tapering to his ankles.
The whole time she massaged, he said nothing. His body and mind seemed quiet, yet intent on what she was doing.
She worked his thighs in the same way. He flexed for her and she looked up at him. His green eyes were lit with pleasure and amusement. “I like what you’re doing.” His voice had dropped an octave.
“I like doing it. You’re amazing.” With the heel of her palm, she pushed along the inside of his thigh. He kept flexing for her and each time he did, she rubbed the full-length of the muscle, up and down.
He was aroused as well. She wasn’t surprised. The shower smelled of Madagascar and his increasing wolf musk. The latter was richer now, a strong, marking scent and she loved it.
Her own sex tingled with need, but she wanted to take her time. Each second felt precious. In a world like Five Bridges, it was.
Slowly, she moved toward his arousal, her jaw working as though ready. Her tongue made an appearance. He groaned.
His hand slid to the nape of her neck and stroked. He didn’t try to push her, but she didn’t require the encouragement.
Her tongue touched his cock first, a gentle stroke from below as she swept up to the tip. She opened her mouth and took him in.
She felt him tremble as she began to suck. She used her tongue as well, swirling and licking. She pulled back, moved forward then set a rhythm.
He breathed heavily, his cock now a solid missile.
After what was a very short time, he stopped her. “Hold up there.”
She released him and rose to her feet. She slung her arms around his neck and kissed him. She angled her leg so she could feel his arousal against her sex.
His arms became a vise as he held her tight. He drove his tongue into her mouth and kissed her hard. She was so close. They’d barely done anything and she was ready to fly.
When he drew back, his nostrils flared. He shut the water off. She knew the question he was asking without saying a word.
“Yes, Braden. Mark me. I’m ready.”
He collapsed on her as he kissed her again. He turned her swiftly and pressed her up against the shower wall. He kissed her throat, fondled her breasts, squeeze
d her bottom. She’d missed this so much.
“Braden.”
He drew back. His eyes were rimmed with gold and his jaw quivered. His cheeks had elongated and tufts of fur appeared near his ears. To the part of her that was experiencing her own form of wolfness, the sight was sexy as hell.
What did you want to say to me?
She’d gotten lost in looking at him. “I have a place near my spellroom. I sometimes sleep there. It’s cave-like. I want you to mark me there.”
He stepped from the shower and drew a towel off the nearby rack. He handed her the towel then grabbed another one for himself.
He didn’t talk. She wasn’t sure he could. His features had remained in a slightly wolf position. He kept huffing air from his lungs.
She dried off but had her eyes glued to his face, then his shoulders, his abs. She loved looking at him. It wasn’t just that he was gorgeous. The wolf in him was at the fore, and he exuded a kind of energy that was almost a glow.
Something inside her began to hum in tandem with his wolfness. He’d told her she was alpha-mate material. Now she felt it, a hum within her own body that loved the fur along his cheeks, and the elongated look of his bones, that his lips kept drawing back so she could see his wolf fangs.
She wrapped herself in her towel. When he did the same, she caught his hand and led him though her house toward the spiral staircase that led to her spellroom. She didn’t let go and she didn’t levitate. She needed to feel his palm against hers and the stone beneath her feet.
Once in the spellroom, she meant to turn to the right, to take him into her sanctuary. Instead, her worktable called to her.
Suddenly, Sheba was there meowing at her. She settled herself in the center of the table and faced the wall of glass canisters as she’d done before, tail twitching.
