Page 35 of Marked For A Bite
"Where are we going?" she asked, though her racing pulse suggested she already knew.
"You need to recover properly from training," he said, his voice thick with barely controlled desire. "Let me take care of you tonight."
The tenderness in his words made her heart flutter. Earlier today, when she'd collapsed after her first shift, he'd rushed her into his shower in panic mode—desperate to cool her fevered body before she overheated dangerously. This time felt completely different. Deliberate. Intimate. Like he wanted to savor every moment of caring for his mate.
He carried her through the cabin's reinforced door and straight into his bathroom, setting her down with gentle reverence. The space felt smaller with both their naked bodies occupying it, the air thick with unspoken promises.
Logan reached into the shower and adjusted the temperature, steam beginning to rise from the warm spray. "Get in," he commanded softly.
Zoe stepped under the cascading water with a soft sigh, the heat immediately soothing muscles she hadn't realized were tense and sore. Her body had absorbed so much punishment during their extreme training crash course—combat drills that should've taken months to master and knife techniques that demanded precision and deadly intent. Yet she'd picked up every skill like muscle memory awakening from a long sleep.
Like she'd been a lethal weapon before and was simply remembering how to kill.
The thought should have terrified her, but instead it felt natural. Right. As if violence and grace had always lived in her bones, waiting for the right teacher to unlock them.
Logan stepped into the shower, his massive frame dwarfing the space as warm water cascaded over them both. Without a word, he reached for a bottle of shower gel, squeezing the liquid into his large hands.
"Turn around," he murmured.
Zoe obeyed, presenting her back to him as steam swirled around them like a sensual cloud. Logan's hands settled on her shoulders, and she gasped at the electric contact. He began massaging her muscles with slow, deliberate strokes, his fingers finding every knot of tension with unerring precision.
"You pushed yourself hard tonight," he said, his hands working down her spine with therapeutic pressure. "Your body absorbed more punishment than you realized."
"I didn't feel it during training," Zoe admitted, melting under his ministrations. "The adrenaline must have masked everything."
"That's dangerous," Logan growled, his enforcer instincts bleeding through. "Pain is your body's warning system. You can't ignore it completely."
His hands moved lower, massaging her lower back and hips with the same careful attention. Zoe bit back a moan as pleasure radiated through her body, each touch igniting nerve endings she didn't know existed.
"I trust you to tell me when I'm pushing too hard. I trust that you'll always make sure I'm safe and protected," she said, turning in his arms and leaning into his solid chest.
The raw emotion that flashed across his features caused her breath to hitch. He reached for the shampoo with trembling hands, his usual deadly precision shaken by her unwavering faith in him.
"Tilt your head back," he commanded softly.
Zoe obeyed, closing her eyes as Logan worked the shampoo through her curly hair with reverent care. His fingers massaged her scalp with gentle pressure, working through every strand until foam and water cascaded down her body like silk.
"Your turn," she whispered when he'd rinsed her hair clean.
She poured shower gel into her palms and began exploring the magnificent landscape of his body. Her hands traced the powerful muscles of his chest, mapping every scar that told the story of his violent past. His breathing grew ragged as she worked lower, her touch growing bolder with each passing second.
When her fingers brushed against his throbbing cock, Logan's control visibly frayed.
"If you keep touching me like that," he warned, his voice rough with desperate need, "my control is going to snap again."
Zoe smiled up at him through the steam, her hazel eyes glowing with mischief and desire. "That's exactly my objective."
Zoe then dropped to her knees in the steamy shower, water cascading around her as she reached for Logan's hard cock, her fingers wrapping around him with a firm grip. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement she needed. She began stroking him slowly and deliberately, her eyes locked on his face as his jaw tightened, and his hands clenched at his sides. The sound of his low groans echoed off the tiled walls, mingling with the rush of the water.
"Zoe," he growled, his voice rough with restraint, "you don't know what you are starting."
She smirked at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and confidence. "Yes, I do," she purred, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the tip of him before taking him into her mouth.
His reaction was instantaneous—his body tensed, and his breath hitched as her lips closed around him. She started slow, savoring the taste of him and the way his muscles trembled under her touch. But soon, she increased her pace, her tongue swirling and her lips sucking with more pressure, driving him closer to the edge.
Logan's hands fisted in her wet curls, his fingers tightening as she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate him. "Zoe," he breathed, his voice ragged. "I'm close... but I want to come inside you."
She released him with a pop, looking up at him through her lashes as he pulled her to her feet in one fluid motion. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped around him. He pressed her back against the cold tile, the contrast of the cool surface against her heated skin sending a shiver through her body. She gasped as he entered her in one powerful thrust, her back arching at the sensation of being completely filled by him.
