Page 35 of Polestar
She soaped her loofah.
The sensation of being enveloped in his arms… heaven.She’d never, ever, felt so secure as she had in that moment.Like the world outside of their little impulsive sphere didn’t matter.
God, that kiss—had almost made her feral.
The memory of his growl, low and deep, reverberating through her, igniting every erogenous zone in her body.
She slid her soapy hands over her skin, reveling in the cascade of warm water, imagining Magnus’ lips following the trail of water over her taut nipples.
This wasn’t helping to calm her nerves.
Her fingers found her core, gasping as they brushed over her sensitive, throbbing nub.
She needed the release that hadn’t found its natural end last night.It had only grown.Her fingers worked to find it.
Magnus.
The gentle rasp of his silky beard against her skin, his soft lips and the sweep of his tongue on hers.
She gasped and moaned, pulsing around her fingers, body finally sagging under the cleansing water.
She drew a deep, shuddering breath, opened her eyes and stared at the tiles until they focused again and finished her shower.
There was work to do, and she couldn’t afford to be distracted.
MagnusstoodnexttoAksel’s inert body.The medical equipment monitoring his vitals assured him he was still alive.
Kane stood by the window, glaring at her phone, furiously tending to emails while they waited.
Magnus glanced at his watch and, like magic, Ana appeared in the open doorway.
She paused, gave him a curt nod, and glanced in Kane’s direction, who waved in acknowledgment, then approached the bed.
With Aksel’s bed between them, Magnus assessed Ana’s expression.
She focused on Aksel, her demeanor serious and professional.
As though last night had never happened.
Neither said anything until Kane approached, dropping her phone into her jacket pocket.“Are you ready?”she asked Ana.
“There’s never any guarantee with this,” she warned.
“I know.I’m also aware that you’ve already given a lot over the last few days.But we need this.”
Ana’s gaze swept Magnus’ face before turning back to Aksel.
“Okay.”She pulled her phone from her pocket, set it to record, and drew a deep breath.“What do you want me to focus on?”
“The sigil,” Kane said.
“How he ended up on that ship.”Magnus answered at the same time without looking at Kane.
“They’re probably connected, right?”she murmured as she turned her focus away from the other occupants of the room and trained her energy on Aksel, then opened her senses.
For a long time, she stood beside the man, seeking to connect with his energy.
“His signature is still weak.All I can detect from him is that he vibrates on the same level as Magnus.That’s how I knew he was a shifter, and what kind.”She frowned.“He didn’t draw me to him.It must have been something else that led me to find him.He’s not reaching out—like he’s locked inside.”
