Page 62 of Shifter's Homecoming

Not at this time.

Trent turned back to his work, thinking his mate would be getting up soon, and he still had a few important things that needed to be done.

“Troy, I’m going inside.”

“Cool. Me and Reed are going to build a fire and order some delivery.”

Trent went to the truck and got Troy’s shaving kit, and a clean uniform, then slipped into Rowan’s lab through a back door. The place was quiet except for the chirps and beeps of all the equipment. His mate must still be asleep. Good.

Once inside the bathroom, he stopped in front of the sink and stared. Troy was right, he did look like sasquatch. He started with the scissors, taking a huge handful of the beard and cutting it right off, no regret at all. Then he did the same with several handfuls of hair, until everything was short enough to switch to the clippers. He did a passable job on his head, making the hair short and neat, then he worked on his facial hair, getting it as short as possible. Last, he dug out a razor and shaved his face bare. He looked at his face from all angles. He found a handheld mirror and made sure it was even all the way around. He nodded at his image in the mirror, thinking it was as good as it was going to get without going to a barber.

Trent took off his shirt and examined the figure-8 on his shoulder. He’d never seen hisrenquaas a man before. It looked like a fancy-ass birthmark. He examined the burn mark around his belly button. He poked at it and scraped at it. It didn’t hurt and it didn’t glow or look out of place. It looked like a tattoo.

Trent stripped off the rest of his clothes, then ran the water in the shower hot as he could get it and stepped in.Ahhh.So good.Taking a shower as a wolf was not near as pleasant. He washed up quickly, then stared down the front of him, thinking he really only had one more item on his list.

Trent reached out of the shower and grabbed a hand towel off the rack. He smelled it and the sweet scent of his mate filled his nostrils, making him think of her as he’d last seen her, snuggled into her own bed, her hair fanned on the pillow.

His dick stood at attention real quick, and Trent took the situation in hand.

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Rowan woke up slowly, one word in her mind.

Destiny.

One line from her dream played over and over in her thoughts.

There will never be a better time than now, and there will never be any male other than him. Go to him.

She looked at the clock. It was almost 9:00 at night. Twelve hours ago she hadn’t even known this guy existed, and now, now she was thinking of him as her destiny? It made no sense to her, and yet it felt right. It felt very, very right. Something told her that everything would make sense very soon.

She got up, turned off the air conditioning, and peeked out the window. Reed and Troy were sitting on a bench near a small bonfire eating what looked like pizza, and talking and laughing. The other guy—her guy—was nowhere to be seen.

She headed downstairs on bare feet, listening hard, but hearing nothing... until she got all the way downstairs. Then she heard water running in the bathroom. The door was ajar. Was he actually taking a shower in her bathroom?

She edged that way, curious, and saw something interesting. The garbage can was filled with long dark hair. She gasped a little, wondering what he looked like. Had he cut off the hair and the beard? Or just trimmed it? She pushed the door open just a little bit.

He moaned in the shower, a real sexy sound, one that made her think of him naked and standing there with his big hand wrapped around his—

Then he said her name.

“Rowan,” he almost whispered, and his voice was deep and animalistic. A thrill went through her body, making her instantly and unrelentingly want him. She had one moment to think to herself how glad she was that she was all trimmed up and clean, and then her body took over from her brain. It moved her forward.

Without thinking, without stopping, she said, “I’m here,” and then she pulled the shower curtain aside and told him, “And I’m coming in.”

He was there and he was beautiful and he only looked shocked for a moment, then he looked very, very pleased. “That’s my female,” he said, his hand on his cock just like she’d imagined it. She could not help but stare for a moment. It was big and swollen and thick, looking even better than she’d imagined it. A sexy grin crossed his face and she didn’t know where to look. His body—which was strong and wide and muscular, or his newly-shaven face—which was as handsome as she could have ever hoped for, or his cock—which was just too pretty for words. He had only one tattoo that she could see, a black flame around his belly button.

Her clothes were wet, but she did not care. She moved close to him and grabbed him hard. He cursed and let go, letting her take over, letting her pump him in the slick, hot wetness of the shower. Too quickly, his hips thrust forward and came, hard and explosive.

“Fuck, Rowan,” he said, when he could speak again. His voice was rough and deep and powerful in the small space.

She smiled at him, feeling pleased with herself, even though she was already wondering how long it would take him to get hard again. She felt like she’d just gotten her turn at a fun toy, and then it was snatched away from her. He dropped her a wink and a bit of a snarl and then he was kissing her, turning her body around his, so that she was the one under the water. He grasped her face with his hands and kissed her gently, more gently than she ever would have thought a hard-looking man like him would kiss. He kissed her top lip, then her bottom lip, then her cheeks and neck, before he returned to her lips, kissing and biting at them, sucking at them until her body throbbed with the sensation of his every touch.

She did not let go of him. He’d softened, but after a bit of the kissing, he was hard again, and she was pumping again, almost lazily. He sighed into her mouth, and she moaned back. She wanted him inside her, but still she continued to pump him. He was thick and growing thicker every minute.

His hands moved from her face down her neck, down her shoulders, then to her breasts, through her wet shirt and wet bra. A hot thrill shot through her at the touch. He palmed just underneath the swell of her breasts and brushed both nipples with his thumbs at the same time. She cried out slightly and tightened her hold on him, unable to help herself. His breathing turned hard and ragged. The sensation of the water and his touch and his hot skin overwhelmed her.

“Fuck,” he said again, and he shuddered again, hot cum spurting out of him and washing away with the water. She congratulated herself, even as she felt a bit sad that she hadn’t had him inside her yet.

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