Page 40 of Blood Pack Beginning

He paused. “Did you need a hand with something?”

She hesitated before nodding. “I need a shower, since I sweated something fierce.” Her nose scrunched up. “Thing is, this morning when I rinsed off was when the first of the visions hit. If you don’t mind sticking around and making sure I don’t pass out in the shower…”

A part of him wanted to flee, the thought of her naked and wet almost too much for his poor blue balls to bear. Instead, he nodded.

“I’ll stick around and make sure you don’t drown.”

“I don’t think a vampire can drown, but I’d like to make sure I don’t break my nose if I pass out. Nothing worse than having it heal crooked and having to smack it again to straighten it.”

“Wait, you want me in the shower with you?”

“How else would you catch me if I fall?”

His mouth went dry. “Uh…”

She rose and stripped her shirt off, baring her perfect peach-sized breasts. “You should probably get undressed, too, unless you don’t mind your clothes getting soaked.”

Getting naked meant no way of hiding his erection. Fuck. But he couldn’t exactly refuse.

Didn’t want to refuse.

She glanced at him over her bare shoulder. “You coming?”

He probably would, because the sight of her had him pulsing. What kind of pheromones did she ooze to make him so fucking horny?

Cyrus followed her to the bathroom, where she leaned into the shower to turn on the taps, tempting him further with her tight ass encased only in a pair of tiny bikini briefs.

As the water warmed, she turned to him. “Do you need help?”

He shook his head as he peeled his shirt and kicked off his shoes. His hand hesitated on the waistband of his track pants.Her hands covered his, and he swayed on his feet as she knelt to yank them down and tug them off.

His cock jutted, practically waving in her face, and what did the minx do?

Licked her lips and smiled as she peered at him through her lashes. “I see someone is eager to collect the promised prize.”

“I, uh, you don’t?—”

She rose and put a finger to his lips. “Stop talking. I want this. You want this. It’s going to happen.”

He could have argued, but that would have been dumb. He did want her like he’d never wanted a woman before.

His arm snaked around her waist and drew her close as he growled, “No biting.”

“No worries, Grouchy. I won’t nibble unless you ask me to. But feel free to give me a chomp. I hear a Lycan’s bite during orgasm can make it more intense.”

He shuddered because he’d heard the same, but only if it was done with a mate. And he wasn’t ready yet to know—or admit—that Sasha might be the one.

He lifted and carried her into the shower, the press of her body an erotic delight. He set her on her feet, and she lifted her face to the warm spray and looked so tempting he couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.

Her lips parted, and she sucked in a breath as they embraced, their lips sliding and teasing. His hands cupped her ass, the soaked fabric of her panties a barrier that didn’t last long. He tossed the scrap aside and palmed her flesh, lifting her on tiptoe to deepen the kiss.

She swayed against him, and he paused to murmur, “You okay? Is it another vision?”

“I’m fine. The only thing I’m visualizing right now is you between my legs.”

No man alive could have resisted that less-than-subtle hint.

Cyrus dropped to his knees, and Sasha lifted a leg to plant her foot on his shoulder, exposing herself to him. Even with the water of the shower sluicing, he could smell her arousal. Sweet ambrosia that he couldn’t wait to taste.

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