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Chapter twenty-four

Leandra

When I wake up, I see that Carter is fast asleep beside me, his messy dark brown hair covering the white pillowcase. I reach for my phone and tap the screen. The time reads 6:00 A.M. Damn. I slept for over eight hours. A hand runs over my face. I'm in desperate need of a shower. Pulling the covers off me in an attempt to not wake Carter, I make my way to his en suite.

Turning on the water to the hottest setting I can potentially withstand, I get in the shower. Letting the water hit my skin, I let out the most satisfying sigh. Inhaling the thick steam. As I wash my hair and body with Carter's body wash, I can’t help the smile on my face because I love smelling him on me. Closing my eyes to wash the last of the shampoo, I don’t hear or see when Carter opens the steamed-up shower door. I open my eyes and see Carter standing there naked.

I don’t look. I swear my heart has officially stopped. The water hits the side of his head, letting his blond hair become wet. It sticks to his forehead, and all I can do is stare. He steps closer to me until my back hits the wall. The cold tiles press into my skin, making me jump a little. Carter places his hand on my cheek, and his intense eyes observe me. God, the air in this shower is so thick everything feels so intense. His warm lips graze my jaw. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears over the sound of the running water.

Carter’s other hand trails soft, delicate shapes on my thigh, making his way up. His lips are moving down and around my neck, agonizingly slowly for my liking. I was on fire, but my whole body was covered in goosebumps. “Tell me,” Carter whispers huskily against my skin before he places a kiss on my throat. “Tell me you don’t feel that. Huh?” My eyes screw shut as his hand drops from my cheek and laces through my hair, causing a soft whimper to escape my lips.

“Tell me that you don’t feel anything when I touch you? Tell me, Peach,” he says quietly before kissing below my earlobe. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was far too frustrated.

I want him.

“Tell me that what we have isn’t special,” his lips moved away from me slightly, just enough for us to look into each other’s eyes. He smirks at me because he knows how much this affects me. He can see the desire and need in my eyes. He whispers into my skin, moving to the other side of my neck. “Tell me, Leandra.”

“I can’t,” I whisper barely.

“Hmmm?” His lips drag down my neck, giving me a lick before he starts to suck the spot. I’m panting, wanting him to touch me where I need him. “I can’t,” I say louder this time.

“Why?” He asks, sounding so fuckin' seductive. My thighs squeeze together, trying to relieve some of the need. “Because I feel it.” I admit. Carter moves from my lips and places both of his palms flat on the wall behind me, trapping me between them. His nose is almost touching mine as he comes parallel to my face. Then he smiles, and those gorgeous dimples I love so much appear. Carter takes my hand and pulls me away from the wall.

Turning me around, my palms press against the white and black tiles. He kisses every inch of my back, and it sends me wild. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and it’s not from the hot water pouring down. No, it's from Carter’s lips. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of Carter completely pleasuring my body in the most innocent ways. Caressing every inch as he washes my body, placing a kiss everywhere he goes.

Pulling me away from the wall again, he towers over my body, inching closer to my face. His lips gently caress mine. I’m breathless by the time he finally kisses me. I feel so loved and cared for at this very moment that I’m glad we didn’t have sex. This felt amazing and pure. He made me feel cherished. “I don’t need a mate bond. Peach, because I feel so alive with you.” He whispers down onto my lips. My body was shivering, and my chest was heaving. All I could do was stare into his gorgeous turquoise eyes. Then he kisses me, claiming my lips once again.

Carter and I lay together on the hammock that hangs between two of the largest trees I've ever seen. The view that surrounds the pack house is breathtaking. Laying here on the hammock gives me the perfect view of the crystal-clear lake. His fingers brush the skin of my back as I lay here listening to his heartbeat and breathing.

After our intimate session in the shower this morning, where he told me that he doesn’t need a mate bond, I have come to my senses and believe him. What we have is far too real. Carter was doing some of his beta duties, and after, he showed me around. Now we're lying here enjoying the view and the company.

“I believe you,” I mumble into his chest.

“Hmmm?”

Lifting my head off his chest to look at him, gently placing my hand over his heart. “I believe you,” I repeat. “When you said you’d stay with me even if you found your mate.” He smiles so genuinely at me that my heart skips a beat. “Good,” he breathes out as his eyes hold my gaze. I can’t help but smile. I lay back down next to him, his fingers continuing to dance across my back.

Chapter twenty-five

Leandra

As I towel dry my wet hair, I stare out of Carter’s window. The view from his penthouse is beautiful. The sky was nice and clear, and I could just tell it would be a beautiful day. I felt relieved knowing that Carter and I were okay after everything that had happened so far. From finding out about my past to him being a werewolf to the negative pregnancy test.

A warm pair of lips leaves a kiss on my shoulder blade. My skin shudders at the feeling, and I turn my head to be met with Carter’s dark eyes. “What’s got you so deep in thought, hmm?” He asks before kissing my skin again. Turning around to face him, I offer a gentle smile. “Nothing, just thinking about today’s event,” I say. Carter cups my face with one hand and kisses my forehead before kissing me on my lips.

“I’m so proud of you, Peach. You accomplished your dream of opening your law firm here, and today is the grand opening.” I lean against his chest wrapping my arms around him. Inhaling his scent, I stay a little longer, his arm wraps around me as I hug him tighter than before. “Well, this wouldn’t have been possible without your help and all the hard work you, your company, and everybody who worked on this project has done. Which is why I cannot wait for today’s party to honor and celebrate all their hard work.”

As I finish the last-minute touches on my hair, I can see Carter coming out of the en suite with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Holy Shit, does he look delicious. This is bringing back memories of last night's love-making session. I pick up my dress from the bed and put it on, asking Carter to help me with the zipper. I can feel him tense up, seeing the marks he left behind. Kissing them, I hear him mumble, “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

I turn around to face him, and I can see the concern on his face. Cupping his face so I can stare into his eyes, I instantly shake my head. “No, why?” Carter kisses my forehead, pulling away to meet my gaze. He releases a sigh relaxing a bit more. “I sometimes feel that I get too rough, especially when my wolf takes over, and I worry that I’ve hurt you or pushed you too far.”

When I think I can no longer fall hard for this man, he does this. “No, you’ve never pushed me too far,” I say honestly. “I’d say something if you were, and besides, I like when you and your wolf go feral,” I say, smirking up at him. “And, I think we both know that rough is our thing,” I say, biting my lower lip. Carter smirks, picking me up so my legs wrap around his waist. Grabbing my ass, he walks towards the wall pinning me. “You like it up the ass,” he whispers against my ear, his voice husky. “You dirty girl.”

I gawk at his words, and his chest vibrates from laughing at my reaction. “You’re nasty,” I say, but I love that he’s nasty and dirty. God, I love when he talks dirty, and I like getting nasty with him, and even though I won’t admit it, I do love his fingers up my ass.

“What can I say?” He smirks. “I love a freaky girlfriend.” I find myself blushing as I fix my dress. Carter walks into the closet to get his change of clothes. Making his way back in just his trousers, I can’t help but stare at his chest, snapping out of my fantasies with what comes out of his mouth next. “Baby, are you going to be a good girl and let me own every single hole in your body?”

I feel hot, and I know my cheeks are now redder than a tomato. “I enjoy your fingers, but your cock will definitely destroy my asshole,” I say, reaching him as he pulls me towards his chest. “But you can just buy me a dildo and own me that way, huh.” I give him a devilish grin before I burst out laughing.

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