Page 61 of Cursed Wolfsbane

Taking a page from his book, I fist his shirt with both hands and try to drag it up. His shirt won’t budge since it’s trapped between him and the counter. I make a distressed noise, and Malachi pulls back. He shrugs off his coat and reaches behind him to whip off his stained olive green shirt with one hand. I greedily rove my gaze over his defined pecs, abs, and adonis belt before he steps back up to me. His lips slam back onto mine as I run my hands over every bump and ridge of his ripped torso.

After a few moments of frantic kissing, Malachi pulls back to stare down at me, hunger in his navy eyes. His breath is sawingin and out of his lungs roughly as he watches me. “How far are you comfortable taking this?”

“How far do you want to take it?” I ask, trying to catch my breath after the kiss.

“I want it all, baby girl. I want my cock buried so deep in your pussy you’ll feel me for days, and I want my mating mark on your shoulder, showing everyone who you belong to. But I’ll happily take whatever you want to give me.”

The adrenaline from the confrontation earlier is turning to pure lust in my system. While I’m on board for the first part, I’m shaking my head at the second part. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Like fuck you don’t.” His growly voice sounds even deeper when he’s this close to me. It rumbles through my chest and seems to arrow right down between my legs. “You belong to us, but, more importantly, we belong to you.”

I raise my brows skeptically. “So you’d be fine with letting me mark you to show everyone who you belong to?”

“I’d be more than fine. I’d be so fucking proud to wear your mark, you’d have to stop me from showing it off to everyone.” His tone is overflowing with sincerity, and it does something funny to my heart, which feels all warm and mushy in my chest.

Voicing my last objection, I tell him, “I’m gross.”

He huffs, kicks off his shoes, and bands an arm around my waist. Lifting me up, Malachi supports my ass with his other arm as he walks us over to the excessively large shower that’s the same gold and cream tile as the rest of the bathroom. Inside its three glass walls are multiple showerheads and a control panel.

Stepping inside, he reaches for the gold handle and turns the spray on. I yelp at the shock of the cold water pelting down at me. I look at Malachi with wide eyes. He just walked us both into the shower in our clothes.

Within seconds, the water warms up and starts washing the blood and gore off both of us. I avoid looking at the drain, not wanting the reminder of everything earlier right now.

Malachi doesn’t bother brushing his soaking wet hair out of his eyes. He stares down at me with something that looks an awful lot like love in his gaze, but there’s no way in hell I’m ready to deal with that right now. “Do you want this or not, baby girl? That’s really the only answer I need right now.”

I close my eyes for a moment. Even though I know it probably isn’t the smart move, I’m nodding before I even open my lids. “Yes,” I breathe.

“Thank fuck.”

I snort at the relief in his voice. He lowers me to the ground. Once I’m steady on my feet, he grabs both sides of my teal sweater and rips it right down the middle.

I gasp at the move. “Malachi!”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “It was ruined anyway. This is the fastest way to get it off you.” His deft fingers unhook my bra next, letting it fall in a sodden heap on the shower floor. “If you don’t want me to rip your jeans, take them off. Now.”

My fingers go to the waistband of my dark wash jeans and hover there uncertainly. I glance up through my lashes at Malachi. He’s watching me intently but not making any move to rush me. This is the first time I’m going to sleep with someone I actually care about, so I feel more unsure of myself than usual. It also feels like there’s no coming back from the line we’re about to cross, which one part of me is scared of and another is excited about.

Shaking off my worries because I need Malachi probably as much as he needs me right now, I unfasten my jeans and peel them off my legs, the waterlogged denim making it difficult to do so. Hopping awkwardly from foot to foot, I try to get the soggy fabric off.

Malachi lets out a quiet laugh at my struggles. I glare at him, but he doesn’t notice as he’s already lowering to his knees. He makes quite the picture kneeling shirtless, water dripping down his chest, and his navy gaze staring at me with so much hunger it makes my thighs clench.

Placing his hand on my stomach, he pushes back until my upper half is leaning against the cool shower glass. He then lifts each foot to pull off my jeans. Making eye contact with me the whole time, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties before dragging them down my legs. I grip Malachi’s shoulders for balance as I step out of my plain blue undies.

When I try to straighten up and remove my hands from his shoulders, Malachi barks, “No.” I look at him in surprise. “Keep your hands on my shoulders, or I stop. Understand?”

“Yeah.” I flex my fingers on his shoulders, digging my nails in slightly in retaliation for him ordering me around. It doesn’t faze him. If anything, it only causes his self-satisfied smirk to widen.

He leans down so his hot breath is fanning over my center. He then sucks my clit into his mouth and shoves a finger into me. “Fuck!” I shout as I throw my head back. Even overwhelmed by the sensations, I’m able to remember to keep my hands on his shoulders. The last thing I want right now is for him to stop.

After a few pumps, he adds a second finger and mercilessly drives me to the edge. As his skilled tongue flicks over the sensitive bud and he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core. All at once, everything crashes over me, my climax so intense it causes stars to light up behind my lids.

He slowly pumps his fingers for a few long moments as I come down from the high. I ride out the waves of pleasure until I slump boneless against the shower wall. The only thing keeping me upright is his firm palm against my stomach.

When I open my eyes, I see Malachi staring at me and licking his lips, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. I duck my head to hide the heat creeping up my cheeks. He pushes to his feet, and I let my hands fall from his shoulders. Hoisting me up again, he brings us both under the shower spray briefly to get any remaining gunk off us.

Malachi then turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He sets me down on the massive square tub’s tile ledge. Stepping away for a moment, he comes back with a fluffy white towel and gently dries me off. Once he’s done with me, he turns away and shoves down his soaked pants and underwear. He roughly dries himself before wrapping another towel around his waist and picking me back up.

Marching into the bedroom, Malachi tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a few times. When I glance up, he lets his towel fall to the ground. His thick erection springs free, and I swallow uneasily. His dick is by far the longest and thickest I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know how that thing is going to fit in me.

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