Page 119 of Heroes & Hitmen
We scrub each other down with washcloths and our hands, neither of us able to go more than a few seconds without lingering. She circles the cloth over my chest and abs, taking her time, pausing whenever her fingers brush over a fading bruise. I gently scrub her clean, running my palms up her thighs, across her hips, over her tits. Every spot I touch makes her shiver, and every shiver makes my cock harder.
Her usually pristine hair is a tangled mess, so I lather my hands up with shampoo and work it into a thick foam, massaging it into her scalp. Then she closes her eyes and tips her head back to let me rinse. A contented little moan slips from her throat, and I grin to myself as I stand there with my whole world in my hands, overwhelmed by the simple domesticity of the moment and how damngoodthis feels.
No more pretending, no more living in survival mode. We can finally breathe and just beus.
When she opens her eyes and glances back at me, the look in them is feral, the silver of her wolf peeking through. I spin her around by the waist and pull her slick body flush to mine. For a second, she looks like she’s going to protest– but when I kiss her, all hesitation vanishes. She returns it fiercely, her teeth scraping against mine, tongue invading my mouth. It’s the kind of kiss that says everything words can’t.
I need you. I love you. I almost lost you.
I feel all of it in every glide of her lips, every sweep of hertongue. The raw hunger, the quiet desperation. Her hands dig into my back to pull me closer and I grunt at the little twinge of pain, Miley abruptly breaking the kiss and pushing back.
“You still need to rest,” she says breathlessly.
“I’mfine,” I insist as I slide my hands down to her ass. I give it a squeeze, then a little smack.
“Don’t be cocky,” she mutters, tiny droplets of water scattering as she shakes her head. “The last thing I need is you passing out on me in the shower and cracking your skull open.”
I smirk as I slide a hand down her belly, cupping her between the legs. “If I’m buried in this pussy, then I’ll die a very happy man.”
She scoffs a laugh, but doesn’t make any effort to stop me when I move closer, kissing down her jaw, the column of her throat, across her collarbone. I want to taste every inch of her, claim her body like she’s claimed my fucking soul.
Gripping onto her thigh, I hook her leg around my waist, angling our bodies to line the tip of my cock up with her entrance. I pause before sliding in, pinning her with a feral stare. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes, grinding forward to sink my dick inside her.
I thrust in the rest of the way, a low growl rumbling in my chest when I bottom out. Miley’s head falls back against the tile on a moan, her inner walls pulsing around me. It’s a tight fit, her nails raking down my back as I pump my hips slowly at first, giving her a moment to adjust. The water streams over us, carrying the last traces of blood down the drain until all that’s left is her and me and the bond burning between us.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, fingers digging into her thigh as I up my pace. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect for me.”
She bites her lip to stifle a whimper, bracing her hands on my shoulders and meeting me thrust for thrust. “I love you, Ares.”
“I love you too, babe,” I growl, shoving in deep. “Sofuckingmuch.”
The pain in my body is the last thing on my mind when I’m buried inside my mate. I rut into her a few more times, then pull out, spinning her around so she’s braced against the wall before sliding in from behind. The angle is perfect, and she lets out a noise somewhere between a moan and a howl as I fill her even deeperthan before. I set a hard, fast, rhythm, fucking her like I’m making up for every second we almost lost, proving that not even death can keep me from her.
But as good as it feels, I can’t see her face, and that’s not gonna work for me. I want to watch her fall apart; see the moment of wild freedom come over her when she loses control and lets go.
I yank her back by the hair, spinning her around again and lifting her body into my arms, shoulder injury be damned. She wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to my biceps as I press her back against the glass wall of the shower for leverage, pumping into her with everything I’ve got.
We’re both so close it’s ridiculous, so I slow down, wanting to savor every moment. Her hands are everywhere, clutching and clawing at my skin. My mouth finds hers, and she kisses me like she needs the air from my lungs to breathe. Then I feel something sharp slice against my lip, the coppery tang of blood sliding over my tongue as she pulls back with a gasp.
Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide, the sharp tips of her canines just barely peeking from between her lips. There’s only one reason a shifter’s canines descend while in human form– to mark their mate.
“Do it, baby” I growl fiercely, angling my head to offer her my neck. “Mark me. I’m already yours.”
For a chronic overthinker, there’s not even a pause. Miley dives in with zero hesitation, sinking her canines into the junction of my neck and shoulder. There’s a white-hot spike of pain when her teeth pierce my flesh, then a rush of warmth, energy pulsing through me like a live wire as I feel the bond between us hum even stronger.
Her pussy clamps down around my cock as her climax rockets through her, but I don’t stop moving. If anything, I fuck her even harder, pleasure rolling through me as I hurtle toward my own release.
Miley’s teeth withdraw from my skin, tongue licking the wound to soothe the sting. Then she lifts her head, meeting my gaze with a raw, open expression I’ve never seen from her before. Like her walls have been blown to smithereens and I’m finally glimpsing therealher, the one she keeps buried beneath thick layers of sarcasm and insults.
For a second, I worry I’m about to ruin the moment, nervous that my own canines aren’t going to descend. A shifter’s matingserum isn’t finite– some of it was extracted, sure, but my body should replenish itself. I’m just not sure if it can happen this fast. Given my recent procedure and the way my body has been working overtime to heal, my wolf is a shell of his usual beast.
Luckily, he comes through. I feel pressure in my jaw as my animal rises to claim our mate, my canine teeth lengthening.
Miley smiles softly, her own wolf still shining in her eyes as she tips her head to offer me her neck. It’s a fucking gift, and not one I’m about to squander. I dip my head, fangs scraping over the junction of her neck and shoulder to find that perfect spot before biting down. Her inner walls pulse as she comes again, crying out in ecstasy, and I barely manage to pull out before coming so hard I see stars.
The last thing we need is a pup showing up nine months from now.
