Page 79 of Bonded

Luna’s barking and yapping in her head, pushing her towards him. “Okay, why not?” she smiles. “Run the water; I’ll find my bag.”

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As she returns to the bathroom, he’s already in the tub. The water’s still running and he lays, head back, eyes closed, relaxing. Kat smiles and hovers quietly at the side, watching him. Her eyes scanning his powerful naked body laid outstretched in the warm water. His chest toned to perfection and his abs so tight that every muscle is defined perfectly.

She growls; he has Luna’s full attention.

His scent is so strong; the fight caused a surge in his testosterone level and she can smell his heavy pungently delicious scent—even more now since they bonded. Kat’s so tempted and can’t resist touching, dancing her fingers gently along the smooth skin of his arm as he rests it on the side of the bath. His bicep is huge, she probably can’t get both her hands around it, and she slowly circles a finger around his tattoo. She smiles, watching as he wriggles his toes under the running water and her eyes trail a line up along his muscular legs and thighs, and now she’s there; the place on his body she was trying to avoid.

His cock.

It’s big, strong, with a good-sized girth and her grin widens, watching as it swells, becoming erect.

Digby’s aware of her presence and a smile creeps over his lips, eyes closed, he relaxes, sinking deeper into the water. “I know what you’re looking at, Lieutenant Morgan.”

She doesn’t answer, just broadens her grin as he opens his eyes and looks at her. The deep blue sparkles bright in the light and she turns the water off and hands him two pills.

Her eyes focus back on his dick and her staring at him makes him hard. His cock fully erect stands proud from his body. She desperately wants to touch him and stood at the side of the tub. She strips off her tee-shirt and reveals her nakedness underneath.

She has his full attention and his eyes take a tour over her slim muscular frame—working his gaze around each soft curve of her body. Then, leaning over the bath, she takes the sponge and some soap from the rack. As she moves, he makes a grab for her hand. “Stay right there,” he whispers in a low husky growl. She smiles and taking a step back—his hand still gripped tight around her wrist. She lets him enjoy what he’s looking at. He sighs and his eyes focus on her neck. “Does it hurt?”

“A little. But it’s okay, the pain’s easing off now it’s starting to heal. Though, I think it’s going to take a while; it was a pretty deep bite. I mean, I know it has to be—to make the bond permanent, but still… can’t say I was expecting it to hurt quite that much. My grandma told me once what it felt like, but I think she under exaggerated the whole experience,” she laughs.

“Kat, I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. Something took over my mind—the wolf in me. He took over and I couldn’t control it. I really am sorry. I’ve never had him that out of control before. It was kinda scary when I realized what I’d done.”

“It’s okay. Hey, c’mon, we both knew what was gonna happen, and… well, a two-hundred-pound wolf biting on your neck, that’s probably going to register on most people’s pain chart, right?” She smiles and kneels at the side of the tub and then using the sponge she rubs his chest.

“Hey, I thought you were gettin’ in with me?”

“Yeah, well, that water looks kinda muddy so.. maybe I should clean you up?”

“Sure… I’ll go with that,” he grins.

Her eyes fix on his as she washes his chest, rubbing the soap laden sponge over his pecs, massaging across his nipples—the small, hardened beads of flesh responding to her touch. As she wipes the mud streaks on his skin, she can feel the heavy thudding beat of his heart, and then continuing to sponge him clean she works a path down this stomach. Slowly wiping the lines of ripped abs she grins and then skipping his dick she moves to his thigh. A snarl of disappointment curls on his lip. “Oh, you’re such a fuckin’ tease.”

He closes his eyes and his cock responds to her gentle touch. His erection craves attention—she smiles and ignores it instead she continues to sponge the length of his leg. Rubbing up and down in firm but gentle movements, she then lets the sponge go and uses the smoothness of her hand. The up and down of her stroking feels very much the same as it does when she jerks off his dick and he groans, enjoying it. Taking a deep breath, he sinks deeper into the water; its warmth eases his achingRhys-punched-muscles.He’s so relaxed and can’t hold back any longer. Gripping his hand around his cock, he massages it.

Kat’s eyes light up and Luna growls—there’s such a connection between them. The sexual tension zapping like electricity that lights up the room. Their earlier disagreement now a forgotten blur as Luna purrs in Kat’s head—all she wants now is the powerful wolf laid out in front of her. Tending to him turns her on and the wet of desire seeps from her pussy as her clit throbs, longing to be touched. “Oh!” a gasp escapes her lips, and she continues to stare at him.

His fingers grip firmly around his erection and he jerks himself off—his body responding to the intense situation. She smiles and circles her finger around his pert nipple, flicking it gently.

“Mmm…” he groans and opens his eyes. Staring deep into her green, she’s turning him on so much, and with frustration, his hand movements become more rapid—he reaches out and his fingers circle her nipple, mirroring her moves on his body. his.

She leans over the edge of the bath and drops a gentle kiss on his lips—her tongue searching for his as they massage each other’s mouths. Then pulling back, swishing the water over him, she strokes his chest and stomach with her hand.

Lost in her touch, he makes a rapid jerking movement against his swelling erection—the glistening pre-cum as he swells, his balls ache in their need for release. “Fuck…” he looks at her, begging her—desperate for her to touch him there.

His free hand gropes at the soft flesh of her breast as she teases them over the side. “Cum for me.” She smiles, sitting on the edge of the tub, her fingers under the water massaging his swollen balls—adding to his pleasure. She stares, focused on his eyes while he frantically pulls at his cock and close to climax, his muscles tense and his bicep flexes with each move as he desperately tries to hold back.

“Oh God…” he groans as she kisses him. He’s close to letting go, and she smiles, teasing him more, she places her hand between her legs and rubs against the warmth of her clit. It’s throbbing and groaning, desperate for attention, and the more she rubs, the more frantic her need.

It’s too much and he has to let go, moaning loudly his pearl strings ooze into the water and he takes a deep breath.

Smiling, a soft groan of pleasure escapes his lips and he stares watching as she strains against the touch of her hand on her pulsing clit. “Fuck!” She gasps as her orgasm builds. Watching him jerk himself off has made her so horny. As the scent of her need fills his nostrils, he leaps from the tub and quickly maneuvers her onto the floor. Giving her pleasure. His head between her thighs, his tongue pressing on the entrance to her pussy.

“Oh, God… Ryan!” she gasps as his tongue flicks in the wet warmth, searching out her clit, teasing it. She feels like she might explode from the frenzy of feelings inside; it’s so intense. The flickering touch of his tongue sends a wave of shivers rocketing through her body and she tenses. The sensation of his mouth continually kissing between her legs; licking her wet neediness. She pants and grabs his head, holding him to her—his stubbled chin rubs giving more pleasure.

“Mmm… you taste so fuckin’ good!” He moans—his head held in her hands she writhes bucking against each lap of his tongue as his fingers circle and then thrust inside her.

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