Page 28 of Smoke and Blood

“Close your eyes, Chanin,” she whispered.

Following her soft request, he lowered his eyes.This was him giving her his trust, and he hoped she understood that.As an Alpha, he was always on guard; if he could manage to sleep with one eye open, he would.But standing before his mate, so small and humanly frail, he gave her his trust.Granted, his hearing was so acute he could catch the sound if someone opened his front door, even with the water rushing hard in the stall.But he’d let her be his eyes in the moment.

Her thumb swiped over his eyelids and scrubbed his eyebrows before she traveled down the side of his face and did the same to his beard.She cleansed his jawline, chin, and neck.

“Tip your head back and rinse.”

Warm water ran over his face as he leaned back, carrying the soap away.He became aware of the patting of her narrow feet on the wet flooring and the sound of the fresh-scented bar returning to the dish.Moments later, he felt her hands gliding over his shoulders.She brushed his long hair aside to have access to all his back.When both Morlie’s hands descended along his spine, he inhaled deeply.

Her touch was too good.He loved having her hands on him.The fact he would be enjoying her touch for the rest of his life did something to him.In Morlie’s world, they would have stood at an altar before a minister who would have declared them husband and wife, but with his kind, only two actions made her his forever: his presenting her before his pack and his bite.

Tonight, he’d do it.

His wolf growled inside of him.And Chanin knew why.He understood what the beast wanted and needed to make its claim.But the wolf would have to wait; nothing could be done right now.

Morlie paused periodically, adding more soap to her hand or rubbing the bar directly on his skin.However, when she got to his ass, she hesitated before she caressed both globes.

He smiled.He’d been aware of what she was doing by staring into his face.She was trying to bolster her courage and avoid the more erogenous of zones—his cock.He’d allowed it because he knew she needed a little time to become comfortable with him, but his patience was stretched thin, and he needed her more with each passing second.

“If you get on your knees, I can wash your hair.”

He chuckled.Twisting his upper body, he grabbed Morlie by the waist and brought her back in front of him.

“Ah!Chanin...what are you doing?”

“My hair is fine, mate.Other areas still need cleaning.”He snatched up the bar, and with firm swipes, he rubbed it over his wet torso and groin—left, right, and down.“Get to work, beautiful.”

She exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes, but he caught the smile on her full lips.Lips that he couldn’t wait to kiss and fuck.

Morlie quickly turned the soap streaks into cleansing bubbles.Moving efficiently, she went up, up, up over his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his hands.Then she placed her hands on his chest and used wide circles over his pecs.

He flexed the muscles beneath her palms, and she laughed.

Right then, Chanin decided to make her laugh and smile every day.When she brushed over his nipples, he groaned.

She glanced up into his eyes, but he didn’t hide the heat there.He wanted Morlie to see how much he desired her.

Then her hands slipped lower, lower, lower.As if she didn’t want to give herself time enough to think about where she was going, what she would be touching next as she glided them over the ridges of his abs, she didn’t stop until she was holding his hard cock in her hand.

Her gaze was locked on his length as she held it.

The longer she stared at it and kept her fingers wrapped around the base of his length, the harder his fucking dick got.Chanin didn’t even think it was possible for him to get any stiffer, but it did.His balls felt tight and heavy, aching for release.

The shower water streamed over him, forcing the suds carrying his enemy’s filth down the drain.

His heart pounded, and blood rushed into his ears, muting the world briefly.As focused as Morlie was on his cock, he was fixated on her.

“You’re going to need two hands, little bunny,” his voice was low and husky as he fought against all his instinct to pick her up and slam her into the wall and drive into her until they were both quaking with satisfaction.He guided her other hand, resting on his hip, below his dick, to let her cup his sac.

When she started to squeeze, he growled, “Gentle here.”He patted the one holding his balls.“But as firm as you want here.Like this.”He gripped her hand on his shaft, squeezed it around his length, and then dragged it up before sliding it down.

Once she caught the rhythm, he let her go.He balled his hands tight and pressed his knuckles into the wall behind her.If he didn’t keep his hands away, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He started off watching her, seeing her deft hands in action as she discovered every inch of his cock.When it became too much, and the sight of her holding him burned into his brain, he shut his eyes tight, thinking he could take deep breaths and keep himself under control.

The fuck if he could.His little wily bunny must have realized how her slick touch was affecting him because she released his balls and took hold of his dick with both hands.She began to pump and squeeze his length from base to tip.

Beads of precum began to run out as his red-hot desire grew and grew.If he didn’t stop her, he’d give her another lesson about the male anatomy really soon.

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