Page 64 of Wolf.e
I force my mouth closed and I watch as droplets of water rush over every part of him.
“Have you never seen a naked man before?” he asks with a tone that says he knows I think he’s incredible.
I climb off the counter and narrow my eyes at him, feeling somewhat normal again. I step into the steamy shower and he moves back, swiping water and his wet hair back.
“Not like you,” I say honestly.
He gently grabs my waist, turning my body into the warm spray and I hiss when the water meets my scratched-up back.
He growls as he uses his thumb to gently rub any dust or dirt from the wounds.
“I thought you wanted to mark me?” I ask with a joking tone. “I thought you’d be happy I’m bleeding. Why does it seem to bother you?”
I feel him lean down over my shoulder. His lips hover beside my ear, and water drips from his chin as his teeth suddenly clamp down on my shoulder, and then he sucks.
My breath hitches with the contact.
“Iwant to mark you. I don’t want anything else to,” Gabriel says as he grabs the soap. “This is going to sting. But it’s necessary.”
It stings but it’s not so bad, the scratches aren’t deep and he has me cleaned up in no time. He pumps shampoo into his hand and massages it into my hair. His hands are overwhelmingly big on my scalp. I close my eyes and fall into his rhythm, helpless beneath his magic fingers.
“You like this?” he asks as the shampoo swirls down the drain.
“Yes,” I mutter, my eyes still closed as I feel the slick conditioner cover my hair. “I think this is the dream,” I blurt out.
“What is it about this that’s your dream, little bird?” he asks, genuine curiosity in his tone.
“The way you touch me…violent one moment, soft the next. Hard and unforgiving, then washing my hair. It’s overwhelming.”
Gabriel wrings the water from my hair.
“I understand why you’re so popular with women now,” I mutter.
Gabriel lets my hair fall against my back and spins me around. His gray eyes are light and lucid.
“I’ve never showered with a woman before,” he admits, leaning down to kiss my lips. The hard heat of his chest presses against my breasts.
I shudder.
“Never washed their hair.” Another kiss.
“Never kissed them the way I kiss you.” He ghosts a finger over my pebbled nipple and his lips meet my neck, my collarbone.
“Never wanted to touch them the way I want to touch you.”
He pinches my nipple and a zap of pleasure races through my core.
“Never been insideanywoman without a condom.Ever.” His hot lips wrap around a nipple while his hands skim my waist, around to my lower back. “But I would fillyoufull every moment I fucking could and savor the sight of my cum dripping down your soft thighs.”
“Shit,” I manage as his tongue works in ways I’ve never experienced.
“Only you, Brinley.” He squeezes tight to my ass. “It’s only you I’ve ever felt the need to possess, to claim for my own.”
“Why?” I ask, simply because I can’t understand it. I’ve seen the women who hang around the club house. They’re beautiful and wild in a way I’m not.
“I told you, I don’t ask why,” he says simply. “My men think you’re clouding my judgement. They think you’re a distraction, dangerous for me.”
“Am I?” I ask in a breathless moan. All thoughts have left my head because his one hand holds me tight around my hips and the other has slid between my thighs, coming dangerously close to my already throbbing core.
