Page 20 of Knot Enough
Even though we all had our own rooms, we preferred sleeping near each other here.
They’d probably get pissy about me bringing her into our territory, but I didn’t give a fuck.
The rug sprawled across the wood floors muffled my steps. I reached the bathroom, cradled her in one arm, and turned the water on. When I had it at the perfect warm temperature, I set her inside.
Her big, brown,shockedeyes blinked. I couldn’t read anything within their depths, but I didn’t bother analyzing. She was in shock.
Shame writhed in my gut.
I’d enjoyed watching her pant as Kane ate her pussy more than I’d ever enjoyed anything. Her pleasure called me like a moth to a flame.
I grabbed the detachable shower head and turned on the water switch. It sprayed across her legs, and she gasped. When I reached to turn down the heat, she pressed her fingers to my arm and shook her head. I lifted an eyebrow and retracted my hand. Who was I to judge that she liked it, verging on searing.
“I can’t use the soap because of your wounds.” The words were difficult to force out of my throat. Kane carving Lennox’s name into her belly was too far.
I sprayed water over her shoulders and pressed my finger under her chin to tip her head back. Her eyelashes fluttered as I carefully directed the spray onto her scalp.
Invading her space wasn’t my goal, but I needed to get the blood off her. Carefully spreading the water down her chest, I hovered over each spot on her skin.
Her small hands smoothed over her breasts. Her dark nipples hardened as if begging for my mouth.
I forced my attention away from her luscious body and focused on wringing her hair until it no longer dripped. She leaned into my touch. Warmth bloomed in my chest, and I gently rubbed her skin.
“Feel better?”
She stared without responding. At least she looked me in the eyes. My pack had hurt her—too much. Excessively even. There was no need to torture her. A quick snap of the neck would have sufficed.
My shoulders drew tight. I didn’t want that. I sighed, not wanting to force her into speaking, and prepared to grab a clean towel. I was already backing away when her palm pressed into my forearm.
I stilled, my stomach somersaulting at her touch.
“Thank you.” Her voice cracked, and it caused a fissure in my chest. I rounded back to her, but before I could say anything, the door creaked open.
Kane nudged through, and I ignored his heavy stare.
“Hand me the towel.”
He ignored me and crossed his arms.
Was he being serious right now? The Alpha of Alphas acting like a child?
I sneered at him as I grabbed it from the hook myself.
“Come here, honey.” I held out my hand to help her stand. Water seeped down her skin, and I wrapped the towel around her shoulders. It fell to the back of her knees, and I wrapped her in it.
“Wait,” she rasped before I lifted her into my arms.
“What?” I asked. My hand dropped to her lower back. Her cheeks flushed and her shoulders raised as she took a deep breath.
“I need to. . . pee.” Her eyes lowered as my heart fell into my stomach.
I cursed myself because I don’t even remember if there was a bucket in the cell.
“Of course,” I murmured gently before stepping out.
I ignored Kane’s scowl as I shouldered past him. I hovered near the door.
Footsteps echoed from the room entrance. Great.
