Page 23 of Called By Fate

Who would've thought?

"Where are you going, Love?" Reed asks. "The bedroom is this way."

"Shower," I mumble.

“I'll set a towel on the counter for you when Matilda gets back,” Kaos calls out behind me. So thoughtful. He deserves a blow job, or five.

“Thanks, Steel,” I respond.

Swinging the door open, I fumble for a light switch and grumble when I can't find one anywhere. The bathroom is pretty dark, but surely there’s one in here somewhere, right?

“Here, let me help,” Reed says, conjuring a ball of light in his hand. When I give him a look, he smiles. “We have the power of light at our fingertips, Love. Why would we pay for electricity?”

True fucking that. Electricity bills are outrageous. Smart Light Weavers.

“Wait, how do you power the water heater then? I need hot water, Red.” I am one cranky bitch when I have to take a cold shower. I’ve taken many of them in my broke years, and it’s not something I enjoy.

He chuckles. “Solar power, of course.”

Thank. Freaking. Goodness.

Reed tosses the ball of light at the ceiling and the whole bathroom instantly illuminates. He kisses me on the cheek and then leaves me to it without another word, knowing I need a moment to decompress. I shut the door to help keep the heat in and turn the water to scalding. Because what's a shower if the water is not hot enough to melt the skin right off your bones?

This isn’t the nicest bathroom I’ve ever been in,I think to myself, staring at the wooden walls, floor, and stone-tiled shower. I’ve been in much worse ones though, so this works perfectly.

I start stripping my dress from the Goddess off, already feeling the water calling my name. Since it's so beautiful, and I don't want to mess it up, I carefully fold it and place it next to the sink. Then I hop in the shower and let the warmth seep into my bones. When I turn to get my hair wet, I realize there's no shampoo, conditioner, or even bodywash. I sigh and resign myself to a water only rinse.

It's better than nothing, right?

Someone clears their throat, and I yelp. My eyes spring open to find Vin standing stark naked and holding three bottles behind me. Conditioner. Shampoo. Bodywash. Hello, my old friends!

I practically snatch the bodywash from his hands and squirt a shit ton into my palm. Then, it hits me.

"Wait, what are you doing in my shower?"

"I thought you could use a hand," he responds sheepishly.

I raise an eyebrow. "And the others let you come alone?"

He smirks, and the sight of it makes me want to see him do it more often. I take a moment to study his delicious body. He’s lean but extremely toned from working every day. His brown hair is longer than usual and hits his shoulders in small waves. I glance at his chest and find it scar free, which makes me happy. I’m glad he’s not scarred because of me.

"I guess I drew the long stick this time," he quips.

"Mhm, I see," I say, lathering the suds in between my breasts. His eyes drop to track the movement, then flash gold like his wolf is peeking through. He looks back up to my face and they return to normal. "So, there are actual sticks you draw then?"

Honestly, this is probably their way of welcoming him into the fold, and it makes me fall harder for each of them. They know what I need without me even saying it. Besides, who am I to argue with their hierarchy?

"Something like that," he says distractedly, watching me lather myself. "Here, let me help you. I know you're tired."

"Thanks." I hand him the bottle of bodywash, which smells surprisingly like Reed, and he squirts a large dollop in his hands. He motions for me to turn around and immediately starts on my neck and shoulders. I moan. Out loud. Very loudly. Because it feels so fucking good. I'd kill for him to do this all the time.

"That can be arranged, you know.” There’s a husky edge to his tone as his hands slide down my spine. I arch into him, loving the way his calloused hands feel against my skin that he’s starting to build into sensual strokes and teases.

"Wait a damn minute. You're not a mind reader too, are you?"

He chuckles. "No, Luna. You do say a lot of your thoughts aloud. I think it's adorable." His hand grazes the top of my ass, but instead of actually touching it like I want, he skirts around it and his hands resume work on my shoulders. What did I say about needing to decompress? I take it back. I need Vin. Stat.

"Mmm. I think you missed a spot, Vin," I say, desire coursing through me and heading straight toward my throbbing clit. I can feel his own desire in my chest, foreign, but also not, and it amps up my own passion. We’re bonded in soul, but we need to be bonded in flesh.

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