Page 60 of Sapphire Flame
As he moved into the bathroom, a large space with double sinks appeared. The whole room was tiled with white, gray-veined marble and matching marble on the sink counters. At the far end was a walk-in shower with a rain apparatus and two shower heads at opposite ends.
She went ahead of him and started up all three.
He got his boots off then was stripping off his tee by the time she turned around.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, my. I mean, I felt your muscles, but Grant, you are built.”
“It’s the advantage of being analterwolf.”
He unbuttoned his leathers, unzipped then slowly slid them down. He was in a half-aroused state.
Natalie hadn’t moved or started to undress. She seemed to be enjoying the show or maybe her wolf was because he could see her wolf-sign floating over the surface of her hands and wrists in faint, iridescent colors. She seemed to favor pink, purple and green. Some blue. It was beautiful.
When he was naked, he approached her slowly watching her gaze take in his body, head to foot. She wasn’t embarrassed at all. The problem was she was still fully clothed and that had to change.
He kissed her once on the lips, then began the process of stripping her down. She didn’t try to help. Instead, her hands were running over his shoulders and down his arms, whatever she could reach as he unbuttoned her tunic then unhooked her bra.
He didn’t look at her breasts for the sole reason that if he stopped to admire her in any way, he wouldn’t get her leggings off. He slid his thumbs into the waistband and eased the fabric down her hips. He exposed a landing strip that had his mouth watering. God, he wanted to feast on her, his lips working her, his tongue plunging deep inside.
He leaned down to remove her flat black shoes. She bent all the way over him and now he felt the mounds of her breasts against his back. He groaned. She then went about the business of separating his braid.
When the job was done, he rose up and kicked all the loose clothing against the wall. He then took her hand and drew her into the shower. The temp was just right.
She moved beneath the rain shower and lifted her face to feel the water. He stood facing her so that one of the other heads pummeled the back of his neck. It was his turn to look and to take in the full length of her beautiful, toned fae body.
“This feels so good,” she whispered, eyes closed.
His lips parted, but he couldn’t speak. His wolf seemed to be running laps beneath the surface of his skin. He was looking at what he wanted, and she was his for the taking.
Her second wolf-sign, a lovely flash of iridescence, appeared at the base of her throat. His body responded instantly, and he angled his head so that his lips could reach the spot.
As soon as he made contact, she relaxed or maybe melted was a better word for her response. She arched her neck just enough, so he could kiss the place properly and run his tongue in a slow circle around the small well.
She moaned softly. Her hands found his arms and began a slow caress to his elbows then made a return journey.
He continued to kiss her as the rain-shower poured over his back.
After a moment, he felt her shift and he drew back. She’d reached for a bar of soap and had a glimmer in her eye. “May I wash you, Grant? I’d really like to.”
He could only smile as he took a step back and gestured with hands spread palms-up. He then pushed his long, wet hair behind his shoulders.
She took her time. She began at his neck and worked her way over his shoulders. She made cooing sounds and kept telling him how beautiful he was. He’d never thought much about it. His world was about strength and dominance. The warriors of Savage were physically powerful as all hell.
When she’d made an entire circuit around his body, she ended with one hand on his cock and the other massaging his testicles. He swore he’d never been happier.
He kissed her and let her have her way until a typical urgency forced him to stop her fingers before he was too far gone.
She smiled and kissed him. He took the soap from her. “My turn.”
He thought there couldn’t have been a better ritual for what they were about to do. He tended her as thoroughly as she’d soaped his body. He memorized her curves and planned a tongue-assault on her peaked nipples.
When he rubbed between her legs with soapy fingers, she clutched at his arms and gasped. “I forgot how good that could feel.”
He rinsed her thoroughly then took a step back. “Show me your wolf.”
Without hesitation, she lifted her right arm and there on the inside was her wolf-sign, shimmering in pink, violet and green with small flashes of light blue all the way to her elbow and back. Her wolf-sign was increasing.
He took her arm and kissed the colors. He watched as the same colors glided a few inches farther up her arm. With his lips, he followed the wolf all the way up to her shoulder. She groaned softly.
