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ChapterNine
A little gasp slipped out when Alex swept me off my feet, my fingers hanging on to the front of his shirt for purchase. He bounced me a little before settling me into his strong arms.
His back and forth was a little confusing. One moment, he was talking about duty, and the next moment, he was claiming to need me. I’d witnessed what he’d put Tasa through. Marriage was a big deal, and like with his parents’, it was used for leverage. Despite my promise to give him time, our conversation left me with a sense of urgency. I was desperate to make the most of us because, who knew how this would end?
“Can we take a shower?” I suggested and clenched my eyes as flashes of heat shot up my face. There were still traces of dried blood on my inner thighs, I was sure.
Recognizing my concern, he teased softly, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I was there, you know. I was the reason for it.”
Walking into a huge bedroom, which continued the minimalist design of the rest of his apartment, we entered a spacious bathroom, decorated primarily in black marble. The lights came on automatically as Alex gently put me on my feet. I expelled a little nervous sigh, feeling exposed under the brightness.
“Undress,” he instructed.
Although I had lost my virginity just a mere two hours ago, I was suddenly anxious, and my gaze bounced around the bathroom, landing anywhere but on him. I took in the brilliance of the white sink and bathtub, which sat in stark contrast to the black marble of the floor and walls. The gleaming white porcelain highlighted the white veins in the black marble.
Taking my hands tenderly, he brought them to the top button of his shirt and proposed, “Why don’t you start with undressing me.”
Gulping, I nodded. I had more nerves and butterflies now than in the employee bathroom of his club. It had been easier when everything was a flurry of action under time pressure. Here, we were facing each other. In silence. No distractions, no time crunch, no possibility of getting caught. Our movements were slow, almost languid.
My fingers popped open the top button of his crisp dark shirt. Spreading it open, I realized for the first time that I hadn’t yet seen his chest. I unhooked the second and third buttons, picking up the pace with growing anticipation. I wanted to see his tat. The same tat I’d seen a hundred times on Tasa.
A few more buttons, and his shirt gaped open. I wasn’t distracted by the defined ridges of his abs or the trail of dark hair pointing south. No, my gaze shot to the image of the wolf baring its teeth. The distinctive Lupu tattoo. Every member had this tattoo, although Alex’s and his siblings’ tats were a slight variation in color from the others. Tasa told me that if one did not share Alex’s blood, then one must shed blood, either through a blood oath or marriage, to get the honor of the wolf mark etched on their skin. My fingertips grazed longingly over the wolf’s fierce expression. What I would give to have that inked on my own skin.
“It’s the same,” I uttered, cringing at stating the obvious.
“As Tasa’s? Yes, it is,” he replied.
It was beautiful, really. The wolf had the same emerald-colored eyes as its owner, bright against his olive skin. My fingertips grazed down the ridges and valleys of his abs and landed on his belt, feeling the pressure of his cock pressing behind the zipper. Raising his arms behind my back, he blindly undid his cuff links. They dropped to the floor with a ping and another ping and then he drew his shirt off his broad shoulders.
By this time, I’d finished opening his pants and shoved them down along with his boxer briefs. My eyes dropped, and I got a good look at his long, hard shaft.
Damn.
The flared tip was large and demanding. A thick vein snaked up his jutting cock. I couldn’t help but lick my lips. He was larger than I expected; he was definitely going to stretch my throat, but I was more than ready for it.
“Don’t do that unless you want my cock down your throat,” he forewarned me, as if reading my mind.
Is that a threat? Oh, he had no idea how long I’d fantasized about this. I was about to fall to my knees when he took hold of my forearms to stop my descent.
“No one wants those plump lips around my cock more than I do, but I have your blood on me. I have no trouble lapping up the blood from that cherry I popped. That’s exactly the kind of monster I am, but you’re a different creature altogether. You’re everything good, sweet, and yielding.”
Bending his head down to me, he counseled, “You should run, knowing how little I fear. The taste of blood doesn’t bother me. Not in the least.”
Glancing down, I now noticed the smudges of dried blood on his groin and even a streak or two on his shaft. He was trying to scare me, but I was too far gone on this crazy ride for that. I already knew the savagery flowing through his veins. It only intensified my attraction to him.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be,” he insisted.
“Maybe, but I’m not,” I reiterated. I’d already chosen this man. I wasn’t going to back down over a little spilled blood.
Toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of his clothes and reached for the zipper on the side of my dress. Helping me out, he groaned when it slithered off me and hit the ground, leaving me completely bare. I hadn’t worn a bra, and he’d taken my panties with him when we left the bathroom at the club. My sensitive skin crackled like sparks off a bonfire whisked away by a seaside breeze.
Stepping into the shower, he opened the faucets, testing the water until he was satisfied with the temperature.
He reached for me.
I slowly placed my hand in his.
