Page 94 of The Healer

“Oh, ho. Is that how we’re playing it?” He chuckled while running his hands where the rivulets had trickled. Her nipples pebbled under his touch. He wanted to taste but was too close to the edge to risk it. “Should you be doing that after a fifteen-hour abstinence?”

She pressed her breasts to his chest and moaned.

He growled and lifted her legs, pinning her pelvis in place with his. His cock nestled at the juncture of her thighs, and when he swirled his hips, her eyes fluttered shut. She stretched to kiss him, plastering herself against him to reach. Toothpaste met toothpaste, but her flavor dominated, and he groaned, succumbing to the need bombarding his senses. He deepened the kiss, sweeping in his tongue to claim her.

He leaned back to nip her earlobe. “What do you want, Lona-love?”

“You…in me,” she gasped, scraping her nails down his chest.

He shuddered and leaned back to settle his cock at her entrance. Running a finger through her folds came away wet, the texture silkier than water. Her hips twitched when he dipped a finger in again, circling her nub. A tremor claimed her limbs, and her nipples puckered with goosebumps spreading outward.

“Please, Rhys.”

He positioned himself again, gripped her hips, and thrust, plunging to the hilt. She cried out, and clamped her legs around him, holding on even as she kneaded his biceps. Her heat clenched his length, tugging him deeper. Grunting, he withdrew and thrust again. She arched, brushing her nipples across his chest.

Her shiver preceded the flood of warmth as she came. Her breath hitched with her eyes widening in amazement. Each thrust raced his orgasm closer, and when his balls tingled, and an addictive fire licked along his length, he roared, twitching as the pleasure rocked through him, blinding his thoughts. Ramping his senses, he felt every movement she made, heard her gasps, her thundering heartbeat, smelled her arousal and the scent clinging to her skin that was uniquely hers. His vision cleared, and he narrowed on her flushed face, her red hair drenched, drawing his gaze to her hazel eyes.

Emotion swelled and cinched his chest. Instead of spewing how much he loved her, he kissed her. Not sure how long he pinned her to the wall, but when the water’s temperature cooled, he released her. A quick wash cleaned her, and he twisted to yank the towel off the railing.

As he soaped his hair, he watched her dry herself. She knotted the towel and sat on the closed toilet.

“Hungry?” he asked, despite hearing her stomach gurgle.

She nodded and offered a sweet smile. “I could kill for coffee.”

“Same.” He rinsed, spinning on the spot as the water turned cold. Switching it off, he jumped to shake off most of the droplets. She held out a towel for him. Smiling in thanks, he accepted it and patted his face and beard dry before rubbing his hair. Stepping out, he ran the towel over his legs and crotch, then knotted it at the hip.

“Shall we?” He gestured to the door.

She led the way, bending to open the mini fridges nestled under the counter. On the opposite wall rested a washing machine and tumble dryer. Noah had thought of everything.

“Salmon?” she squealed and took out a platter stacked high with the delicious pink fish.

Rhys laughed. “I’m a bear.”

She moaned as she bit into a sliver, rolling her eyes in bliss. “Do you think Dane’s blood has impacted my cravings?” Pushing the platter across to him, she sucked on her thumb and waited for his response.

“Could be.” He popped a sliver of salmon into his mouth and chewed. His bear urged him to tell her his fears, his hopes, his heart. “We have an old healer I can introduce you to. Any questions you have, he might be able to answer.”

A beautiful smile warmed her face, and she crossed the kitchen to kiss him. He looped an arm around her waist and held her close, grateful for every gesture of affection she made. “I’ll make coffee, give Sans a call, then we can unpack.”

She rested her temple on his right pec. “After that, we can go shopping. We need a couch, a TV maybe?”

As she danced away, his chest swelled. The idea of spending an afternoon with her on the couch watching anything shot happiness through him. Spinning, he disappeared into their bedroom to dress.

The quicker they were done, the sooner they could curl up on the couch.

Chapter Thirty

TOO SOON

Rhyshadjustyankedon fresh jeans when Lona bolted into their bedroom and shut the door behind her. At a knock on the front door, she had raced across the wooden floor. Still in a towel, she was in no state to meet people.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she whipped off the towel to dig in her bag. “Um…there’s a—”

“Noah.” Rhys grinned, peeled on a T-shirt, and stole a quick kiss as she clipped on a bra. “Hurry, I want you to meet him.” Careful to hide her nudity from his beta, he rushed out to greet him, yanking him into a barrel hug.

“Whoa. You should go away more often.” Noah laughed and slapped Rhys on the back.

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