Page 108 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

My sweet scent of arousal floated around us, and a deep growl emanated from his chest.

"You’re injured and upset," he said, but his fingers dug into my arm. "Now isn’t the time."

"But I need you." I wrapped my arms around his neck, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. This moment was so much more important. "I love you and want to show you how much," I breathed, pushing every ounce of my affection toward him. I didn’t want him to doubt my words.

He responded to my kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.I love you too.

In this moment, there was no doubt about how we felt for each other. He slowly set me on my feet and turned his head, kissing me deeper. His scruff brushed my face, making my body warm even more.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, which I was still wearing, he stepped back and slowly removed it from my body, paying close attention to my injury. I stood before him, naked now, and my hands rubbed over his bare chest, down toward his jeans. With shaky hands, I unbuttoned them and pushed down his pants and underwear.

Hold on.He released me and yanked his jeans down his legs. The wet material clung to him, and he leaned against the wall, prying them from his body.

For the first time, he didn’t look like the confident alpha I’d always known…but all that did was turn me on more. Finally, he pulled free of his pants and threw them outside the glass shower door.Okay, maybe that was worth it to see that smile.

One hand caressed my breast as he backed me into the now warm spray. With his other hand, he grabbed a bar of soap and twisted it into a lather. He placed the bar down and gently cleaned my injured arm. The white froth turned pink, and I washed the soap off.

Him caring for me made my heart beat funny, and not able to wait any longer, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, primed and ready.

"Let me take care of you," he rasped, as he pressed my back to the tile wall. "You need to make sure not to reinjure your arm."

He entered me slowly, making my mind grow fuzzy. I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes, enjoying how he overwhelmed my senses.

As he slipped into me, his teeth nicked the sensitive area of my throat where my mate bond mark was located, driving my wolf to howl in pleasure. He nipped and sucked all the way down to my breast.

I bucked against him, making him groan in pleasure.

The two of us moved as one, completely in sync. He sped up his pace as the friction increased between the two of us. I threw my head back, panting as his teeth nipped my breast.

Our feelings intermingled, and I wasn’t sure where he began and I ended, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. We climaxed together, our pleasure merging and exploding between us.

We stayed still for a moment, lost in each other, when we heard a pounding on the door. Killian’s grave voice said, "Get your asses out hereright now."

My heart dropped. There was no telling what we had to face once we left this room.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Our momentof peace was over, and anxiety wove through me again. The temporary reprieve that only Griffin could provide was gone.

Griffin’s arms tensed around me. "What’s wrong?" he called.

"We have a visitor." Killian rapped his knuckles on the door. "I put Sterlyn’s clothes in your room so she’ll have something clean to change into." His footsteps receded, leaving Griffin and me alone again.

"Of course, he couldn’t wait until we got out of the shower," Griffin grumbled.

"Well, someone is here." That thought scared me. Who could be here that he didn’t want to name drop? "We better get out there."

"Whoever it is can wait a second." He squirted some shampoo into his hands and rubbed his fingers into my hair, working up the bubbles. "You were shot and need a second to get clean. We don’t need an infection setting in."

I bit my tongue, not bothering to mention that my wound was already scabbing over. The point was, it didn’t matter—he wanted to take care of me, and I did want to get clean. I had dirtin places it shouldn’t be, which was fine in wolf form, but not human.

He quickly washed me, and soon we stepped out of the shower. It hadn’t taken more than a few minutes for both of us to rinse off since we’d been under the water for a while. After drying off, I stepped onto the cold, gray tile floor and hurried to the bedroom.

Griffin’s bedroom was one of my favorite places on earth for two reasons. The first was that his scent was everywhere; that alone calmed me and made me never want to leave. And second, the room felt like him, but also me. It wasn’t a standard bachelor room, but wasn’t girly, either. It was as if he’d decorated it with me in mind. The walls were a warm blue that reminded me of the ocean, and the furniture was a dark walnut…even the comforter and sheets were a light muted gray, similar to an overcast sky.

The duffel bags holding my clothes were on my side of the bed, which didn’t surprise me. Killian would have been able to smell which side held most of my scent. I dug through one bag and pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a maroon shirt, which I purposely chose in case my wound began bleeding again. Even though the spot would be wet, at least it wouldn’t visibly stick out like it would on white or a light color.

I put my underwear on first, knowing that—considering where my injury was located—dressing my bottom half would hurt less than my top. Even though I wanted to rush, I forced myself to not go too fast in case I wound up hurting myself worse.

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