Page 60 of Crescent Warrior

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, releasing his bite to press kisses to the nape of her neck, soft and gentle, the antithesis of what he was doing to the rest of her.

“Cole,” she whimpered, grinding against him as her body spiraled out of control. She felt her knees buckling, but he wrapped his other arm around her, cradling her close.

“Your pussy is pure heaven,” his voice was hoarse and raw against her ear. He never moved the hand pinning her throat against him, tightening his fingers and making her gasp, her orgasm seeming to go on for forever.

She was shaking all over, the sound of their skin slapping together wetly as he fucked her mingling with the cascade of the shower. The heat of the water on her skin was another added layer of stimulation that was making her want to claw out of her own body.

“Please,” she cried, tears leaving her eyes as he thrust harder, pressing her entirely to the wall, flattening her against it while dropping his hand to her clit.

Barely having any room to move, he rubbed her in tiny circles that still made her scream. As his thrusts became disjointed, losing their perfect rhythm, she felt her body finally coming down from her orgasm.

She was able to appreciate the way his muscles tightened, his cock throbbing as he came, his groans in her ear the sweetest music she had ever heard. Peace filled her as he rocked against her, unable to keep his hips still. The heat that flooded her made her eyes roll back in her head in one final pulse of pleasure.

Pressing soothing kisses to her back, he pulled her hair to the side. She left it down, planning to wash the salt water from it, but seemed to be unable to do anything except maul him as soon as he stepped into the shower with her.

He released her by increments, making sure she was able to hold herself up as he smoothed his hands over her, caressing and massaging her. She sighed, resting her cheek against the cool tiles when he picked up the soap, lathering it and rubbing little circles into her skin, even slipping between her legs to run soothing fingers down her pussy. She smiled as he picked up the shampoo next, lathering her hair for her.

Gods, I love him so much.

She didn’t even need to tell him that she was too tired to move. He just took it onto himself. Remembering this side of him, letting the comfort of him engulf her, she turned in his arms, pressing kisses to his lips as he rinsed her hair.

He smiled as he deepened the kiss, twining his fingers into her blonde tresses as he did so, tilting her head and piercing her heart with the feelings he poured into it. He pulled away, catching her gaze with his and sharing an intimate smile before he kissed her again.

The knock at the door was loud. Gasping, she pulled away from him, slamming into the wall in fright. He steadied her, narrowing his eyes sniffing the air.

“Damen,” he frowned, watching her. “He’ll know I’m here.”

Nodding, she turned the water off, grabbing a towel for herself and tossing one to him. She dried off quickly, wrapping her hair with another, rushing out of the shower.

“Lyta,” Cole hissed as she ran off to the door. He grabbed her, spinning her back to him, his eyes flashing darkly. “Are you going to open the door like that?”

Huffing out a breath, she gestured to the door.

“He wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” Yanking her arm out of his hold, she watched him clench his hand angrily, but he didn’t say anything. “Wait in the bedroom for me, please?”

She could see that his jaw was clenched and his gaze was furious, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Her king needed her and she knew that this jealousy would pass eventually.

Their feelings were too volatile right now. Over time, their trust in each other would grow and they would settle into their matehood.

“Cole,” she murmured sternly, pointing at the bedroom. “Please.”

He didn’t respond, turning to leave. A breath of relief gusted out of her and she hurried to the door, opening it a couple inches to peek at Damen.

He averted his eyes immediately when he noticed she was in a towel. “Lyta, I was wondering if I could count on you to lead the first hunting shift.”

“Of course,” she replied at once. She would be honored, as she always was, that he trusted her in a leadership position in the pack.

The mere fact that he wasn’t himself taking the first shift spoke volumes about the effect that Selene was having on him. He was becoming more comfortable with delegating the massive responsibilities he held on his shoulders to the rest of the pack.

“What time did you want us to start? Should we meet to map out the area?”

“I…” he trailed off, his head lifting to sniff the air before he turned his intensely blue gaze her way, zoning in on the spot on her neck that she had forgotten to cover.

Her hand went to it immediately, hiding the extremely obvious mating mark.

“Cole?” While this was posed as a question, it actually wasn’t. Hippolyta knew that she was completely covered in his scent. Damen’s brow was furrowed as he waited for her respond. She sighed, nodding.

“I did not realize, Lyta. If I had, I would have let you return to Greece before this.”

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