Page 73 of A Wolf's Heart

I pressed my lips tightly together, not sure how to deal with this right now. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Right there.” He pointed to a door. “I’ll join you.” He jumped up off the bed, but I held up my hand.

“No. You don’t get to join me.”

He stopped, his grin turning to a full-blown smile. “Are you punishing me?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Yes. I am.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

I was fuming at Weylin…and Kage…and Rainor! Because if it was anyone that set the cameras up, it would’ve been Rainor. I needed to lay it on them how they violated my rights. The moment I got home, I was going to take down all the cameras.

I walked into the bathroom and nearly threw up. Good god. It wasn’t just big; it was ridiculously big. There was a fabric sofa chair. If you could put a sofa chair in your bathroom and not worry about it getting wet or moldy from all the moisture and steam, I’m sorry, but your bathroom was just too big. What was the point?

Stepping into the gigantic shower, I looked longingly at the soaker tub that was more like the size of a hot tub. Though I guessed I understood that part, since Kage was a big guy.

It took me longer than I cared to admit to get the water spraying out of the proper nozzles. I didn’t need all fucking forty of them going, but three was nice, and the pressure was perfect to soak into my hair.

A part of me, likely my wolf, was disappointed as I began washing the scent of the guys off my body. She snarled when I began massaging the soap into my skin, in my hair, over the very sensitive swollen bits of my body. I’d had more sex in the last two days than I had in two years.

After I was thoroughly clean, I took a moment to stand under the water, feeling the rainfall pitter-patter against me, taking the time to soak in how happy I was at this moment. How my belly was full, my body warm and satisfied. How I felt this glow within me.

I turned off the water and opened the door to be greeted by Rainor, holding out a towel. He was showered and dressed in his usual suit and tie. “Thank you,” I said, taking the towel and drying my hair before moving to my body.

“Weylin said he wasn’t allowed in here.” His eyes seemed amused by this, but his expression remained neutral.

“Glad to see he’s respecting boundaries,” I said, walking over to the sink and wrapping the towel around myself.

“Ah, yes, he mentioned that as well. Also requested more, not so hidden, cameras on the chance you would find them and punish him again. He’s hoping, next time, he can push you on the punishment type.”

I rolled my eyes. Weylin had clearly not learned a thing.

“Careful, he enjoys the back and forth.” Rainor collected a stack of clothes from the sofa chair and brought them back to me.

I lifted them all to my nose, inhaling deeply. “These are all Weylin’s.”

“Yes, well, he has casual clothes. Kage’s clothing would dwarf you, and I only have…” He waved down to his attire.

“Oh,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. I was never one for stealing boyfriends’ shirts or hoodies,but their scents did something to me. Made me feel protected and, dare I say, like I belonged. As if I were one of them.

Rainor sighed before taking his suit jacket off, neatly hanging it on a hook on the wall, then unbuttoning his white shirt. I said nothing as he slipped it off and held it open for me. “It may only be Bijan, however it is one of my favorites.”

Dropping the towel to the floor, I slipped my arms through the crisp sleeves. I was surrounded by Rainor’s smokiness. Closing my eyes, I let the scent take over my mind, appeasing my wolf.

I could feel Rainor’s fingers brushing my skin while buttoning up the shirt. “Your hair is still wet.”

“I just got out of the shower.” I opened my eyes, seeing the glowing red within him.

Rainor walked over to a cupboard, opening it and pulling out a hair dryer. I almost laughed while imagining Kage blow-drying his hair. Rainor walked back to me and plugged in the dryer.

I reached out to take it from him, however he pulled it away and positioned himself behind me. The whirl of the dryer was relaxing, not too loud, not too hot. I stood staring into the mirror as he began combing his fingers through my hair, drying it out.

“Why are your eyes red?” I asked, not having to speak too loudly to be heard.

He didn’t respond, just continued working through my hair. I stayed quiet the rest of the time, allowing him to do his thing. It wasn’t like I disliked it, anyway; his fingers felt amazing in my hair. I was almost disappointed when the hair dryer turned off.

He very meticulously unplugged the dryer and put it back in its place. Then, on his way back, he picked up the towel, walking over to the hamper and dropping it in.

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