Page 90 of Wicked Dove
The shower rains down on me as I tip my head back, loving the power of the spray as it prickles across my face. Masochistic, maybe, but I love it. Besides, I need something to take my mind off the visual of Elodie all hot and sweaty earlier.
It was obvious she had been in the gym with Ocean before she found her way into the garage, and it seems every time I see her, she somehow manages to get hotter. Beads of sweat gathered at her temples, her chest had a pretty pink hue, and her eyes were bright. Everything was perfect until Kael made an ass of himself and she made a run for it. The second Kael went to chase after her, I slammed my hand against his chest, denying him.
He didn’t like it, I knew he wouldn’t, but he had done enough harm already. He should have just told her what The Sanctum wants from him; she probably would have obliged, but he had to fuck it all up with his poor communication skills. I think a toddler would have done better. Damn, a grunt and a howl from my wolf would have been more effective, but it’s not my place to say anything. Instead, I continue to offer her what I promised: privacy and space to breathe.
After seeing her all worked up like that, and knowing full well Kael definitely fucked her last night, I needed to find my own privacy and space to breathe. The shower is my spot. I need the temperature set to scalding and the pressure as hard as possible. It clears my mind and helps me think.
Usually.
Today, however, I can’t get Elodie out of my head, and my cock is still raging from the sight of her.
Wrapping my palm around my thick length, I groan as I tug ever so slightly, hoping to calm my need, but all it does is make me want her more.
Fuck.
Dipping my chin, I close my eyes and brace my left hand on the tiled wall as my right hand tightens around my dick. I imagine her sweet pussy on my tongue, drenching me in her climax as that sweet pink hue spreads across her skin. The thought of pressing the tip of my cock at her entrance and watching ecstasy dance across her features leaves me breathless, tugging relentlessly at my cock before my release burns through me and I come.
I pry my eyes open, spying the remnants of my desire on the tiles, and grin. Running my tongue over my lips, I squeeze my cock once more for good measure, running my thumb over the head as I shudder. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I like it.
I like it a lot.
A whoosh of cool air ghosts over my skin and I spin toward the doorway to find Thorne filling the frame.
“Fuck off,” I grunt, releasing my dick now that there’s an audience.
“Get your furry ass out here right now,” he barks, and I scoff, sticking my middle finger up at him. My pulse is still thunderingin my ears and I want to bask in the afterglow of my release for a few more minutes.
“I’m busy.”
“I can see your cum on the wall, we both know you’re done,” he smarts, and I glare at him, but he doesn’t seem to care. “Get your ass out here before I make you.”
My chest clenches for half a second at his warning. Nobody wants Thorne to ever be the one to make you do something. He’s an asshole and he knows it. He’s also lethal as fuck, and I don’t stand a chance against him.
I knock the water off and step out of the shower, grabbing my navy towel to dry off, all while he remains in the doorway, completely unfazed by my lack of clothing. As I run it through my hair, dragging it out as long as possible, he cocks a brow at me, making it clear he’s not going anywhere until I follow after him.
Reluctantly, I wrap my towel around my waist and trudge after him, following him into the lounge where Kael is sitting on the sofa with his elbows braced on his knees and his head slightly dipped.
“What’s going on?” I ask, hating the feeling in the air so much that even my wolf is at attention. My skin prickles at how alert he is, eager to rise to the surface to defend us at all costs, even from our friends.
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how hard you work on yourself; old cracks appear from time to time, and it seems my ability to switch into the brute I was trained to be isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“It’s an intervention,” Kael states as Thorne takes the seat beside him, waving for me to drop down in the armchair.
“For me?” I clarify, happy to stand, and Kael nods.
“For you.”
“Care to tell me why?” I ask, eyebrows raised as I wait with bated breath while Thorne sighs, running his hands over his thighs as he leans back in his seat.
“Professor Drayker.”
“Laurie? Not this again. I’m not doing this,” I grunt, running my hands through my hair as my chest tightens.
She’s a sensitive subject. They don’t understand. They never will. It doesn’t matter how many times we have this conversation, I can’t get them to see how twisted the situation is.
Turning for my room, I don’t care if Thorne flashes his fucking magic. I’m done.
“Why does Elodie think Drayker has it out for her?” Thorne asks, his voice cutting through the air, and I freeze, peering over my shoulder at them in confusion.
