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She clicks her tongue, and a mischievous expression slides over her face. Snatching the soap, she drags it under the water.
“So let’s talk,” I say. “What was going on? Are you injured, is that why you’re sick?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m not sick. I’m just having a hard time acclimatizing.”
That’s why she vomited blood? Right.
Someone clears their throat outside the bath, and I sniff the air. A timber-like smell… the guard. I jolt to my feet and find him waiting outside the entrance, carrying a tray filled with food and a midnight blue dress hanging off his arm. I reach over and rip off the store tag. We often do trips out to the old human cities to find clothing for our pack.
“Thank you,” I say as I collect them from him.
“Will that be all?” There’s a quirk at the corners of his lips. He’s likely imagining that I want to be alone with Meira. Except my intentions are purely to find out information… even if my wolf insists something completely different is going on.
I nod. “Just keep watch so no one barges in.”
“Of course.”
With fast steps, I return to the bath, where Meira is starting to climb out. But the moment she sees me, she dips back in. Sneaky minx.
“These should help settle your stomach.” I set the tray near the edge of the steaming bath.
I take a seat and place her dress on top of the towel. “So, you were telling me something about acclimatization making you sick?”
She glares at me and suddenly submerges herself under the water, then pushes back up. her dark hair is slicked back, her face radiant, and eyes full. Gone is the look of painted sickness from her expression. The woman in front of me is the one I caught in the woods.
Helping herself to the tea, she draws the cup into the middle of the bath with her, sipping away, her eyes never leaving me.
“Not sure what to tell you. Just had a bad couple of days. We all have them.”
“Well, that’s the thing, Meira.” I study the way the corner of her eyes twitch with concern. “Wolves don’t get sick,” I say. “We’re not built that way, and the only sickness to ever impact our kind has been the virus spread from a bite by an undead. But you…” I fold my arms over my chest. “Youare sick with something else. How?”
She presses the cup to her lips and takes her time drinking it before returning the empty cup to the edge of the bath then moves to the shallower part of the pool. Her shoulders glide out of the water as she starts to lather herself with the soap.
“There’s only one reason a wolf could be sick like this,” I say.
Her gaze cuts over to me, fierceness flaring behind her eyes. “Don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you’re reading too much into it. Both my parents were wolves.”
She pushes herself farther up to where the water cascades to her waist, exposing her breasts…the perfectly round and perky globes tipped with a deep cherry nipple.
My thoughts dissolve at the sight. Intoxicating. Fuckable. Dangerous.
She is perfection, and this beauty will haunt me for eternity. I never expected this from her. Those perfect full breasts are driving me wild.
I see right through what she’s doing, though, but I can’t stop my thoughts from falling prey. My wolf shoves forward, wanting to claim her. The spark in me flares awake, filling the emptiness I’ve lived with for so many years. I’ve bedded dozens of women, but none have touched me this way. None have roused my wolf to such a state of reckless lust.
Looking at her, I want it all. Every stroke, every taste, every desire. To be cock deep inside her, to make her cry out with pleasure, for her to be mine.
A growl flares from me as she lifts the soap and washes her arms and chest with a thick lather.
I can’t look away. My cock punches against my pants, my breath hitches. I didn’t expect her to be this conniving. She surprises me.
Her hands rush up and over her breasts. They jiggle with each movement, hypnotizing me. Her breasts bounce, the soft peaks hardening against their soapy coating.
Fuck me!She’s teasing me, making a small moaning sound that goes straight to my dick. I can’t breathe as a savage arousal rips through me.
“What were we talking about again?” she murmurs, like she’s forgotten.
She’s devious and manipulative…but has to be in order to survive in this world, and I’m enjoying her trying to distract me. My mind runs away with me as I picture myself pressing into her and filling her.
