Page 89 of Never Tamed
She nods, but she doesn’t leave. She steps closer. The scent of her slips through the steam, rich jasmine and vanilla. It curls around me.
Gaze sliding over me again, Ren lingers. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” My tone is rougher than I mean it to be, so I suck my next breath through my nose and try again. “Don’t go. I actually don’t want to be alone.”
Not anymore.
Ren doesn’t answer. Her fingers find the hem of her dress, and in one smooth motion she lifts it over her head, baring herself to me. Her breasts fall free, soft and perfect, with rosy areolas and pinched nipples. Then she hooks her thumbs intoher panties and eases them down her hips in a slow, deliberate tease.
She knows I’ll unravel watching her.
My wolf stirs. The beast inside me wants to conquer and dominate. I drink in every inch of her—the long line of her legs, the curve of her waist, the delicate dip of her navel. Anticipation claws at me. Each second seems to stretch on forever.
By the time she steps out of her last scrap of clothing, my pulse hammers in my ears.
She steps into the spray with me, the water slicking over her hair, her shoulders, dripping down between her breasts. Her eyes flicker lower, straight to my cock, which is already heavy and standing at attention for her.
She smirks and then I’m on her.
Our mouths crash together, tongues tangling. I drag her against me, her slick skin sliding against mine, every inch of her a fire I can’t put out. My hands find her hips, her ass, anywhere I can hold her. I need her closer. I need hernow.
The kiss deepens, turns savage, and for the first time in too long, the weight in my chest lifts. There’s no Blood Moons. No Andras. No fear or loss.
Just Ren.
Just this. Just the two of us burning alive in the fire we’ve created.
Chapter 22
Ren
My back slams against the tile and I gasp, the shock of the cold mingling with the heat between my legs. Mathis’s hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding inside me with that cruel, perfect precision I love.
My head falls back against the wall and every nerve ending sparks alive. Every inch of my skin is scorching with need. There is only Mathis and this growing, thriving pleasure between us.
“You want to know what’s been on my mind? Really?” His voice is rough, low. Almost a growl.
I know him. I know the feeling of him inside me in a way that’s much deeper than physical. Yet there have always been parts of Mathis’s mind that are closed off to me. He keeps much to himself, especially over the last week.
And what happened to his home.
Tonight, I can barely think past the way he’s touching me, the way his fingers curl inside me, drawing me to the edge. He pumps them inside my pussy until I’m moaning. My legs shake, my back arches.
I’m practically melting into him.
“Mathis…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
There is only his name. I’m losing myself as my orgasm starts to build and build. At once, I’m withering, gasping. Coming alive.
Ready to drag him over the edge with me.
“Mmm, sweetheart. You’re about to come,” he mutters.
I am. I’m so close.
He adds a second finger and slowly pushes them deep inside me before picking up the pace. My head spins at the brutal way he fingers me until I’m clutching at his shoulders and trembling.
Mathis doesn’t let me fall. He only plunges into me and fucks me with his fingers like they’re his cock.
