Page 61 of The Return
He was making light of it, but I could sense his nerves. “I keep telling you, your wolf wouldn’t have bothered me.” I chuckled. “I admit, I don’t want to have sex with him. Well, maybe your third form. That was kind of hot.”
“You’re joking.”
“Am I? You didn’t see what I did. Your third form made your human look downright puny by comparison. So many muscles.”
He grabbed me and pulled me close. “And now I’m fucking jealous of my wolf.”
That made me laugh. “Don’t be. I prefer the human because he has lips I can kiss.”
He bent and I kissed him deep. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, but one that I needed to remind him we were both okay. When I pulled back, Jonas picked me up and carried me to the tub.
“I’m not a child, you know.” God, please don’t ever put me down.
“I know. I like carrying you. Is that going to be a problem?”
Not for me. “Nope.”
“Good. Get your ass in the tub.”
I saluted, then turned and dipped a toe in the water. It was hot, but not scalding. It only took a few moments for me to get used to the temperature, and I sank into the antique claw-foot tub up to my neck. “Mmmm, this is nice,” I murmured. Then I noticed Jonas stripping. “But that’s even nicer. Put on a show for me, slave boy. Dance.”
He yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside. His chest, broad and hairy, rippled as he tightened the muscles. “Like what you see?” he teased.
“Love it,” I managed to gasp out.
He slid out of his pants and underwear, and I noticed his thick cock hanging down.
“You’re not hard,” I mentioned.
“Um… no. I mean, I could get hard, if you wanted.”
But I didn’t. Not today. “Nah, get in here with me. Your back to my chest.”
He frowned. “I wanted to wash you.”
“Well, too bad. I called it first.”
He smirked. “I remember that from when we were little.”
“Seriously, get in.”
He did as I asked, and it wasn’t long before he was snuggled up against me. I cupped some water in my hands and drew it up and over his chest, letting it sluice down. Then I reached out for the washcloth and shower gel. I poured a liberal amount onto the cloth, inhaling the rich aroma.
“You have great taste in bath stuff,” I told him as I put the cloth on his chest and rubbed slow, gentle circles. When he sighed and sagged against me, it meant everything to me.
“You have nice hands,” he said.
We didn’t talk for a bit as I washed his shoulders, his back, his stomach. With every swipe, the tension in his muscles drained away.
“I was so scared,” he said finally. “All I could picture was you trapped in the building, not able to get out. It… almost froze me in place, I was so panicked.”
“Jonas, I—”
He squeezed my knee. “No, let me finish. Please. My dad said that an Alpha puts his pack above all, but that’s not true. If my mom or I were in a burning building, he would have thrown everything else aside to save us. Or at least I hope so. I know I told you we had to think about the pack first, but it was a distant second to you. I couldn’t think of anything else until I saw Kinsey was with you.”
I noticed he was shivering, so I wrapped my arms around him.
“I can’t lose you, Core. If I did, I’d go nuts, and they’d probably have to put me down for the safety of the pack.”
