Page 88 of Never Tamed
How long have I wanted it and buried the desire under my duty? It doesn't matter how long.
It’s there, clawing at me, the need for a legacy.
This time, when I close my eyes, it isn’t some faceless omega I see fitting in that picture. It’s Ren.
My mate, with her fire and her stubbornness. Ren, who fought like hell to save Flora when any sane wolf would’ve run. Ren, who has gone through so much, and even when she’s broken down, refuses to give in.
When I open my eyes, she’s there, sitting beside me as if I’d summoned her out of thin air. Her hand brushes my knee and the simple touch is electrifying. I’d always been drawn to her, but ever since the mate bond clicked into place, that’s been cranked up to eleven.
“You should go to sleep, Mathis. You look like someone ran you over.” She offers me a small smile. “I mean that in the nicest way possible, of course.”
“I will,” I assure her. “There are just some other things I need to do first.”
Her expression goes solemn and lines furrow across her brow. “Mathis? What is it? Are you okay?”
I push to my feet. “Yeah, just tired. You’re probably right. I should get some sleep. It’ll help with the healing.”
“Okay…”
I take the sadness in her tone into my heart, cutting across the dining hall before she presses me further. Sharp winter air slices across my skin on my way through camp.
My cabin looms in the shadows of a large oak tree devoid of leaves, and I already know Dax won’t be inside. Not when hismind is so chaotic and running in his wolf form is the only time he feels free.
That’s fine. I don’t want company tonight.
Once inside, I take the matches on the mantel and start a fire in the hearth for extra warmth. I peel out of my bloodstained clothes and drop them one by one in a heap by the door. The small tiled shower is just large enough to accommodate me.
Pipes groan and hiss when I turn on the hot water.
Luckily it doesn’t take too long for the steaming water to pour through the showerhead and cascade over my shoulders. I stifle a loud groan as the heat soothes sore muscles. It washes away the blood, dirt, and stench of the sewers.
I’ll never forget the reek.
Bracing my hands against the wall, I let my head hang, my skin burn.
My mind blanks for a long time. There are only blistering water and the rhythm it pounds into my skin. Soon enough, thoughts of Ren push their way inside. My eyes squeeze shut but there she is, in my head. Fantasy has her stepping into the shower with me with steam curling deliciously over her bare skin.
Water beads on her breasts as I press her back against the tile. I imagine my hands spreading over her hips, my mouth on her throat, her soft little gasp when I slide my dick inside her. I’d fill her so deep, fuck her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to walk for days.
And when I knot… When my cum fills her…
The thought makes a groan tear from my throat, low and broken. Gods, I want it too much. I wanthertoo much.
The floor creaks.
My head snaps up. For a second I think I’ve imagined it, but then—
“Mathis?” Her voice. Soft. Curious. Right outside the bathroom door. “Are you in here?”
Her closeness makes my hard cock twitch, the ache deepening. The bathroom door creaks open, and I crane my head toward the sound. Steam billows out, and through it, her shape emerges.
Ren steps inside and closes the door behind her. Her eyes find me instantly, drawn to where I stand under the spray. There’s no curtain to this shower, just a half wall of tile shielding my hips down. But the way she stares, it’s like the wall is transparent, and the hungry glow to her eyes sends a hot jolt through me.
She realizes she’s been staring and glances away quickly. “Sorry for barging in on you like this. You’re starting to worry me.” She bites her lip. “I thought you’d be happy. We got so many back. Flora’s safe. The baby’s safe.”
“I’m fine.” A lie. “It’s just—there’s still so much. Andras, the Blood Moons. Everything is waiting for us out there. It’s hard to celebrate when things aren’t even close to done.”
My hand curls into a fist.
