Page 67 of Cursed Wolf

She undresses in front of us by peeling her top up and over her head, followed by the undergarment, putting her beautiful breasts on display. They have reduced slightly in size, which I assume has to do with her body being unable to produce milk, but she’s kept some of her curves, which I completely adore.

What was she playing here? When she drops her pants and underwear, standing naked in front of us, she grins. Was this her attempt to make me so turned on that my brain forgets what I was saying?

“I’m going to have a shower.” She walks across the door that takes her into the bathroom, and my eyes lock on her gorgeous ass as it shifts with each move she makes. Stone’s as captivated by her as I am.

At the doorway, she looks over her shoulder.

“I ordered food for us, so don’t eat it all if it’s delivered early.” She slams the door shut.

“So, do you think she’s inviting us to join her?” Stone asks.

I laugh, glad to finally find something funny.

“I honestly don’t know, but I think we’re stuck with her now. She won’t leave, and I have to set things straight with her. How about you go downstairs and order us beers for the room?”

“Right…” He arches a brow. “You have Crius and Nikos looking after the horses, and now, you’re kicking me out, so you can go into the bathroom with a naked Narah. I see what you’re doing, my friend. Clever.” He winks, then slaps me on the back. “Go get her.”

Once he leaves the room, I remove my clothes, under no illusion of what I want, but maybe I’ve been too quick not to understand how much it has affected her. She’s lost her parents, and when she finally finds a family, there’s a risk she’ll lose it.

Fuck! I get it, and while part of me still prefers she wasn’t on this mission, I have to get the fuck over it.

Setting my clothes on the back of the chair, I enter the bathroom. Narah’s in the shower cubicle, steam pouring out, which means hot water. I close the door behind me with a loud, resonating clunk, and she turns toward me, her body covered in soap suds, and grins.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to join me. Come to apologize? That’s the only way you’ll get in here with me.”

Chuckling, I step forward.

“How about a truce? While I don’t fully agree with you being here, I understand why you need to be and doubt I’ll change your mind. Besides, it’s better if we work together to ensure our baby girl doesn’t end up an orphan.”

She hurls the bar of soap at me, striking me dead center in my chest.

“That’s the crappiest apology I’ve ever heard.”

“I may need some practice.” Picking up the soap from the floor, I join her in the shower, the fiery water feeling like it’s going to peel my skin away. “Hell, why’s the water so hot?”

“It’s not hot. Maybe you’re just too sensitive.”

Laughing loudly, I pull her to my side while the other hand puts the soap on the ledge and turns down the death water. Before she can protest, I lean in and kiss her. She kisses me back ferociously as her hands curl around the back of my neck. Our mouths clash together, and our tongues tangle.

My cock hardens to the point of pain as she rubs her tits over my chest and her hand tugs on my shaft.

“Fuck me,” she purrs against my mouth.

Heart hammering, I’m burning up with the need to sink into that gorgeous pussy.

“Are you sure you’re ready to have sex?”

“Yes, I really am. It’s been torture not having sex for two months.”

“Well, in that case, we better do something about it.” I twist her around her hips, and she bends forward for me, wriggling that gorgeous little backside. Lowering my hand between her legs, to my surprise, she’s drenched. I’m not talking about the shower water, but the silky slick that tells me how much she’s longed for me.

“Is this what you want?”

“Oh, yes, big Alpha. Rut me.” She grins at me over her shoulder.

Someone is in a smart-ass mood. Raising my hand, it comes down across her cheeks, and she calls out for more.

“Hey.”

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