Page 25 of As The Shifter World Turns

“Save water, shower with a friend.”

I swiveled around to face Micah. “A friend? I don’t usually take showers with friends.”

No words were exchanged. His eyes searched mine and I gave my consent. Micah’s lips slammed on mine as his fingers crept over my ass. I inhaled his aroma that tickled my nostrils and had my fingers and toes tingling. He nibbled my bottom lip and I opened my mouth and moaned, giving him access. His tongue darted in and stroked my own. I flicked back and we dueled.

For weeks, I’d imagined him in me. His tongue, fingers, and his huge cock. And now with his scruff rubbing over my chin, it became real, more than a yearning, and I ground my crotch against the bulge in his pants.

Without breaking our kiss, he opened his door and pulled me inside. A practiced kick slammed it closed. A little voice whispered in my ear he’d done that before, but I ignored it as my fingers trailed over his arousal and I fumbled with his zipper.

“Hurry!” I mumbled.

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FINALLY

Micah

“I’m so dirty,” he said between kisses, our hands both fumbling with each other’s clothing, a frenzy of built up passion being unleashed. “I think you need to clean me first.” He bit my bottom lip and I scooped him up, not sitting him down again until we reached the bathroom, where I kissed him soundly while trying to get the shower set.

“I meant with your tongue, but this will do.” Gods, he was going to kill me. As hot as dream sex had been with Archer, it was nothing close to the blaze building between us in real life.

“Why not both?” I meant it to come out as sexy and funny; instead it sounded like a plea, and based on the moan he let out, he took it as such.

Keeping my lips off of him long enough to get the rest of his clothes onto the floor took far more restraint than I feared I had. There was just something about him. Fuck thefuture won’t work outcrap. I was going to focus on the here and now, and that included exploring his entire body with my mouth and then filling him with my knot.

“Please,” he cried out as I shed the rest of my attire. “I need to see all of you—to feel all of you—to taste all of you.”

I wasn’t foolish enough to argue with that.

Steam started to billow out of the shower. I loved my place, but hot water was not unlimited, and I refused to waste it out here.

“Let’s get you clean so I can make you all dirty again.” I held open the curtain and we both stepped inside.

“I want to lick you from head to toe, slowly experience every inch of your body, but unless we want to rinse the shampoo with ice cold water…” I reached for the shampoo bottle. “Allow me to do this first.” There was nothing sexy about freezing showers, and I wanted to keep this night at the temperature it was currently smouldering at.

If our ploy didn’t work, the building was going to be sold and we’d all go our separate ways. I was taking four thousand percent advantage of this night together. I was going to savor every single moment, even if it did include a bit of cool water.

“Okay.” He turned around, his back to my front, bending down enough to help me get his head nice and wet. I washed it, massaging his scalp with my fingers. I’d have taken my time had we been in a fancy hotel with unlimited water, but he didn’t seem to mind the rush, his ass accidentally brushing my cock more than a few times, each one accompanied by a sexy little sigh.

His hair rinsed, I cleaned his body, loving that he was going to smell like my soap.

“Let me do you now.” He reached for the shampoo.

“Do me? Is that what you like, omega? Because I’m notthatkind of alpha, the kind that doesn’t listen to his omega’s wants… is that what you want?” I loved the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the realization of what I’d just offered settling in, the thought taking up root.

It wasn’t something I generally considered, but now that I said it and saw his responsiveness, I wasn’t opposed.

“Tell me, omega. Tell me what you want.” I grabbed the shampoo, his attempt to grab it forgotten at my words. The water was already less warm than when we first got in. I needed to speed wash myself. “I’m listening. Do you want to slide your cock into my ass… my mouth? Or do you want my knot?” I washed my hair and went on to cleanse my body as I spoke to him. “Or maybe you want me to suck you off. Your cock’s so big, I'm not sure it will fit, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”

His hand wrapped around his length, not jerking it, just squeezing it. My wolf, which was how I was thinking of Archer, liked to hear all about what we were potentially doing together.

“Tell me, omega. Tell me what you want.” I gently took his hand from his dick and pressed my body against his so that our erections were pressed together between us.

I nipped at his jaw. “I bet you’re so slick for me.”

“Yes.” Not a sentence, just one word. Either I stole his ability to speak or I was asking the wrong questions.

“Tell. Me,” I insisted. “Or I’ll decide for you.”

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