Page 140 of Wrath

“You’re awfully good at washing a woman’s hair.” Bash reclined back in the tub, seemingly unconcerned—or no longer caring—that he was fully clothed. “How many have you washed before?”

I whirled towards Killian instinctively. The thought of Killian washing the hair of anyone who wasn’t me sent a bolt of red-hot fury through me. It made me just a teeny, tiny bit stabby. Okay, alotstabby.

“None!” Killian sputtered, looking horrified. Then to Bash, he said, “Don’t be an ass.”

“Can’t help that I have a good one,” Bash quipped.

“Yeah. It’s right…there.” I pointed to his face, and he playfully nipped at my finger.

“You saying I have an ass face, baby?”

“If the shoe fits…” I stood and grabbed the nearest towel, drying myself off.

Killian waited patiently for me to lower the towel into the laundry bin before stepping closer. His gaze trailed over me, and he swallowed.

I stepped into the robe, which smelled of citrus and laundry detergent. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be embraced by a fluffy cloud.

“Thank you. Both of you. This was really sweet. I needed this.” I tied the robe shut.

“You’re not done yet, sweetness.” Killian leaned forward to peck my forehead and then stepped back and extended a hand for me to take. “Come on.”

Confused, I placed my hand in his and allowed him to lead me out of the bathroom and into the living room.

Before, the lights were off, but now they were on, though slightly dimmed. In the very center of the room was a cushioned table. Lupe stood beside it, looking absolutely irresistible in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.

Killian squeezed my hand once and then disappeared into a different room—I didn’t look to see which one. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the large, arresting man standing before me.

Lupe was, by far, the biggest of my mates. I never got tired of staring at him shirtless.

Broad shoulders.

Muscular arms.

Tapered waist.

A tiny trail of brown hair just below his belly button.

I wanted to lick every last inch of him.

“Is this the part where you have your wicked way with me?” I asked, only half teasing.

Lupe’s eyes flared with unbridled heat. “Later, my love.” He patted the table. “But for now, strip and lie down on your stomach.”

I arched an eyebrow as I undid the rope I’d just tied.

“You claim you’re not having your way with me, yet…” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively as I lowered the robe to the ground and sashayed towards the table, putting an extra sway in my step.

Lupe’s breath hitched, and I could feel his eyes on me like two hot pokers.

I draped myself onto the table and placed my arms beneath my head.

“Okay, so what exactly is this? What are you… Ohhh.” I moaned as Lupe’s large, talented hands began to work out the knots in my shoulders.

Had I died and gone to heaven? That seemed like a reasonable explanation.

“Who better to massage your muscles than a shifter with enhanced strength?” Lupe asked, his thumbs digging into the middle of my back.

My awareness became a pinprick singled in on his hands.

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