Page 112 of Vicious Luna

I chuckle lowly, leaning my forehead against hers. “Hey, you never told me that shifters have a crazy rebound rate.”

“You never asked,” she replies with a smirk, nudging me backwards and pushing off from the wall, stepping past me to get underneath the shower spray again.

My eyes map out every curve of her body as she rinses off, tracing the rivulets of water as they run down her skin and the delicate lines of the floral tattoos adorning her right arm and left thigh. She’s a fucking work of art; the sexiest woman on the goddamn planet. She can hardly blame me for popping a stiffy when she looks likethat.

Avery steps out from beneath the spray, gathering her hair over a shoulder and twisting it to wring the water out. “Betterrinse off,” she clucks, sidestepping to give me room to sneak past her. Her gaze drops to my cock as I shuffle by and she points a finger at it, whispering, “down, boy.”

A laugh rumbles in my chest as I step beneath the cascade of water pouring from the shower head, closing my eyes and tipping my head back to let it run over my face. I shampoo my beard again for good measure, then crank the tap off, stepping out of the shower to find Avery waiting for me with a towel in hand.

“I could fucking get used to this,” I murmur, taking it from her and rubbing the soft white terrycloth over my dripping skin.

She adjusts the towel wrapped around her own body, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as she watches me dry off. “Me too,” she purrs, her heated gaze roaming my form.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never make it downstairs,” I warn, snapping my towel in her direction.

She shrieks, giggling as she yanks the door open and bolts out of the bathroom. Wrapping the towel around my hips, I chuckle to myself and follow her into the adjoining bedroom.

“Any chance you’ve got a stash of men’s clothes in here?” I ask, eyeing the rumpled heap of my clothing on the floor near her bed.

She glances my way, eyes sparking with mischief. “Actually,” she sing-songs, stepping over to the dresser and bending at the waist to pull open the bottom drawer.

I completely lose my train of thought at the sight of her round ass cheeks peeking out from underneath her towel.

“You’re in luck,” she chirps, pulling a pair of faded grey sweats from the drawer and tossing them in my direction.

I’m still so zoned in on her ass that they hit me right in the face, snapping me out of my daze. I catch the fabric in my hands before they fall to the floor, furrowing my brow as I stare down at the pants. “Do I wanna know why you havethese?” I ask as I lift my gaze to hers, biting back the bitter sting of jealousy.

“Stole them from a friend,” she says with a shrug, straightening and nudging the drawer closed with a foot.

My wolf pushes forward possessively. “How close of a friend?” I grit out.

Avery glances back at me over her shoulder. “Mmm, I love when you go all Alpha wolf on me,” she teases, licking her lips seductively before turning back to rummage through her dresser for clothes. “Notthatkind of friend, so just put the damn pants on, warden.”

My inner beast backs down, seemingly satisfied by her explanation, and I proceed to step into the sweats and yank them up my thighs. “Is that something you want?” I ask casually, tightening the drawstring at my waist. “To be Luna to a pack?”

She whips around to face me, my brain short-circuiting at the sight of her clad in a sexy black bra and panty set. “Why, did Cole say something about you taking over the Denver pack?” she asks, cocking her head.

“I told him I wasn’t interested,” I grumble, combing my fingers through my damp hair as I cross the room to her. “But if that’s something you want…”

She shakes her head quickly, stepping closer and reaching up to wind her arms around my neck. “I don’t need to be Luna to a pack,” she breathes, gazing up at me with those gorgeous whiskey-brown eyes. “I’m perfectly content just beingyourLuna.”

I release a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with mine. “You’ll always be my Luna,” I murmur, planting a quick smooch on her smiling lips. “And fuck, I’m glad we’re on the same page with that, because I wouldn’t know the first thing about leading a pack of shifters. Not to mention I doubtHayes and me would still be cool if I tried to swoop in and claim the role he’s been training for his entire life.”

“Mmm, yeah, maybe not the best thing for brotherly bonding,” she muses, clucking her tongue.

“I just wanna be with you, wherever that is,” I add, stealing another kiss before releasing her and taking a step back.

Her lips curl in a smirk. “Aww, who would’ve thought my warden would become my Prince Charming?” she jokes, tossing me a wink before spinning around to resume her hunt for clothing. “So you’d be willing to stay here, then?” she asks over her shoulder as she selects a tank top and leggings from her dresser.

“For sure, if your brother’s cool with it,” I reply with a shrug.

“I’ll talk to him. We might wanna consider getting his Jeep detailed, though.”

I snort a laugh. “Better just buy him a new one.”

“Speaking of,” she mumbles, pulling on her shirt over her head. “Were you able to get all The Guild’s accounts untangled?”

“Matty’s working on the last of them,” I say, suddenly remembering that I should probably check in with the kid. We put him up in a dorm room at the squad complex, but aside from me, he doesn’t really know anyone around here. Can’t just leave him to the wolves.

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