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Jake dropped down onto the bed beside her.
For several moments neither of them talked or moved or did anything save breathe. They stared up at the ceiling, the only sound that of their heavy panting as they reveled in the aftermath.
It was only when her breathing finally regulated again that Jake slipped off the bed.
Alarm flashed through Melody. Had he gotten what he wanted from her and now he was going to slip out?
She fought the panic. Why would he ever have asked her to be his mate if all he wanted was sex? Being his mate would be far more than that. It was far more even than a human marriage. It was a physical connection that allowed both parties to feel whatever the other was feeling, a kinship like none other that made them inseparable.
It was the very last thing a werewolf offered unless they were absolutely sure.
And relief washed over Melody as Jake leaned over the bed, slipped his arms under her and picked her up in a cradle hold.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"No offense, love, but you still smell like the infirmary and blood and a few other things I'd rather forget," Jake said as he carried her to the ensuite bathroom.
Melody breathed deeply, trying to scent what he was smelling, but all she could smell was him and the love they had just made. At least, that was all she was able to focus on and all she was able to think about.
"I don't know if I have the strength to wash right now," Melody admitted. Her entire body was still trembling, reeling from the love he had just made to her.
"Don't worry," he said softly as he placed her gently beside the shower cubicle. Still holding her with his arm around her waist, he leaned in and turned the jets on. "I've got you covered."
With that, he popped off the lace bra she was wearing and yanked off his t-shirt. Melody couldn't help but notice the stain they'd left on the front of it.
She squealed a little when Jake picked her up into his arms once more. This time, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, acting more like a monkey than a werewolf.
Her eyes closed instinctively when he carried her into the shower and the water started to cascade down over them.
His lips fell upon hers all over again, and she had to bite back a scream of surprise as he pressed her back against the cold tiles of the shower wall.
Just beneath her buttocks, she felt his cock hardening again.
"Are you sure you shouldn't get back to—" she whispered against his lips, cutting herself off when he gently slid the tip of his cock inside her again.
"I can leave if you want me to," he said, brushing wet hair away from her neck so that he could nibble her collarbone.
"Ugh, no! Don't leave," Melody said. "Don't stop doing that."
Though his being inside her again had taken her by surprise, she welcomed him whole-heartedly, rocking her pelvis back and forth to meet him.
Pleasure exploded throughout her body all over again and she dug her nails into his shoulders, biting her lip to stop from screaming too loudly.
The bathroom window was ajar, just as she always left it, and suddenly she was terrified that someone might hear them. Worst of all, she imagined Lewis might hear them, and judging by his male bravado, she was certain they would never live it down.
But just as she thought about it, the thought fluttered from her mind. All she could think about, all she cared about, was how her insides clenched around Jake's cock so deliciously that her entire body was overwhelmed by pleasure every time she climaxed.
When he finally came again, his one arm released Melody's rear to prop himself against the wall. His whole body trembled against Melody's with such ferocity that she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and dropped down onto her feet, propping him up with the weight of her own spent body.
They stood there for some time, wrapped in each other as the water cascaded down over them from all angles.
Melody thought that a shower had never felt so good. Her skin tingled with pleasure, and it seemed as though she could feel every single droplet of water hitting her sensitive body. Every nerve ending was alive, sizzling, and she had Jake to thank for it.
When he reached up with both hands and urged her head backwards, she did not resist. Instead, she stood with eyes closed, enjoying the way he brushed his fingers through her hair, washing the dirt and grime from her locks.
His movements were purposeful, melodic, and his touch was filled with care as he grabbed the shampoo bottle and lathered up her hair.
Nobody had ever washed her before, not since her mother had passed when she was only a child, and the sheer love behind his doing so brought tears to her eyes.
