Page 22 of The Lycan King's Captive

She stood docile as I worked my fingers through the strands. Water pelted my face and chest, but I stayed where I was, forcing myself to go slow so I didn’t tug at her scalp.

“Thank you,” she murmured. After a second, her voice sank lower. “Sorry for the freak out session.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I said. “You should see me sort the mess of computer cords under the desk in my office. Whoever said men aren’t supposed to cry never electrocuted himself while plugging a power strip into another power strip.”

She laughed, which was what I’d intended, and I smiled as I tackled one of the more stubborn tangles. Up close, her chocolate-brown hair contained strands of deep red. I went knot by knot, until the freed sections streamed down her back, the ends dripping water onto her firm, rounded ass. More water sluiced down her legs, which were slender and well-toned.

And just like that, another vision of her arching under me formed in my brain. I shook my head to clear it, but my dick didn’t get the message. Now I was hard as a rock and inches from temptation. Maybe if I moved quickly, I could hustle from the shower without her noticing my predicament.

But just as I started to withdraw my hands, her shoulders relaxed and she leaned into my touch with a contented sigh.

A groan shot into my throat. I’d told her nudity was no big deal to shifters, yet here I was with an aching cock and desire searing my veins. I stepped back, but my fingers caught in her hair and I accidentally pulled her with me. My shoulders hit the shower wall at the same moment her ass bumped my groin.

We both froze. Fuck. There was nowhere to go. No graceful way to extricate myself from the mess I’d created. I braced myself for outrage or condemnation.

But when she turned, there was neither in her eyes. And where they’d been red before, now they were a bright emerald green. Pink tinged her cheekbones, and her pulse fluttered in her neck. She was gorgeous, her skin like porcelain and her full lips dotted with moisture. Water coursed down her perfect breasts, the tips as rosy as the blush in her cheeks.

Warning bells blared somewhere deep in my head, but it was hard to hear them over the sound of the water and my ragged breaths. This was a bad idea, and there were a dozen reasons why.

Except I couldn’t seem to remember any of them.

Our gazes held.

There was a brief, shivering beat.

She lifted onto her toes just as I dipped my head. Our mouths met in a wet, passionate clash, both of us moaning. Her lips parted, and I plunged inside, sucking at her tongue as she ran her palms down my sides.

Desire shot through me, electricity hitting every pleasure zone. I turned her as I deepened the kiss, pushing her against the wall so I could explore her damp curves. She gave as good as she got, her hands roving over my chest and stomach as I cupped her firm breasts and pinched at her nipples.

Then she slid a hand to my cock and squeezed. White-hot lust struck all my nerve endings at once, yanking a groan from my chest. I broke off the kiss and rested my forehead against hers, my shoulders heaving as the shower spray pelted my skin.

“Abby…” My voice was gravel. I clung to her hips, need building like water behind a dam. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

In response, she pumped my shaft, her wicked hand stroking me from root to tip.

My hands clenched her hips reflexively, my fingers biting deep. I pulled my head back, my throat so tight I barely managed to croak, “Abby—”

“I don’t want you to,” she said on a rush. Her green eyes were sheened with gold as she regarded me boldly, her head tipped back so she could hold my stare. She licked her lips, her pink tongue catching water. More water tracked down her cheeks and over her breasts. “I don’t want you to stop. I need to feel.”

I cupped her face in both hands, using my thumbs to wipe the water that fell like tears. She was so beautiful. And such a surprising contradiction. Delicate and strong. Soft and unbending.

She dragged in a breath, and her nipples brushed my chest. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

The dam broke. I gave in with a groan, crushing my mouth to hers as I pressed the length of my shaft between our bodies.

She melted under me, her pliant body molding to mine. Soft breasts mashed against my chest, and her hips lifted, urging her pussy against my cock.

Still kissing her, I snaked a hand between us, found her cleft, and made a lazy stroke over her clit.

Her moan filled my mouth, and her nipples tightened against my chest. She slid a leg up my thigh, giving me more access.

I took it, plunging two fingers into her heat, then growling when her muscles clamped around me. Her moans kept coming, each one vibrating my tongue as her pussy squeezed and clenched.

She pulled her lips from mine, her breath hot against my cheek as she gasped, “More.”

I braced my free hand on the wall next to her head and dragged the tip of my cock through her heat, rubbing her clit. She grabbed my shoulders, her eyes heavy-lidded and burning with lust. I held her gaze as I pushed inside, ecstasy rolling through me as her muscles rippled up and down my shaft. She was wet and ready, and I glided easily, thrilling at the way she tightened around me. I withdrew halfway, then surged up, sheathing myself to the hilt.

She squeezed my shoulders, white teeth sinking into her plump lower lip.

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