Page 108 of Chasing Savannah
He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist and gently backed her into the tile. Her mewl of pleasure pulled at his control. His first slide into her made him hiss in pleasure, it was his favorite part. She wouldn't allow him to go slow. No, his mate rolled her hips, driving him deeper.
“Allow me control, Savi,” he begged.
He grabbed her ass, intending to halt the motion of her hips, instead lifting her body and slamming it down on his cock. God, she felt amazing. Wet and pulsing around him, he was helpless. Her moans spurred him on. He tried once more to gentle his strokes. He pulled out of her, chuckling as she growled at him.
“Savage little thing aren’t you,” his voice was husky with lust.
Turning her around to face the tile, he thrust back into her. He kissed his mark, biting down, reclaiming his mate. His cat stretched in satisfaction, now that that primal need was taken care of. The red haze that descended when he found out his mate was hurt, cleared. He sighed in pleasure and turned her again, kissing away her complaints.
He gazed at Savi, beautiful with her head thrown back in lust and thanked the gods that she was safe. He slowed his strokes, deepening them until he felt the approaching orgasm tingling the base of his spine. She pulsed around his shaft, a sure sign that she was moments from it herself. He quickened his strokes again, swallowing her scream as they both went over the edge. Her body slumped.
“I love you,” she murmured.
He brushed her hair back from her face and turned her into the warm water. She made only a token huff of protest as he pulled out of her and slid her down his body to her feet. Satiated, his cat was content. With gentle hands he washed her body, even her hair, getting rid of any foreign scents on her. He smiled about her hair. It now sprung around her head in a puffy halo. She was going to fuss about him washing away her blowout. In the couple months they’d been living together, he’d learned a lot about his mate’s grooming habits, most importantly how seriously she took her hair.
He washed her arms, staring at her bruised knuckles. Her hands had been covered with blood when she arrived, not her own from the scent. He growled in approval, she had defended herself, the evidence of it was all over her body.
When he was done. He shut off the water. Careful of the now healing scrapes and scratches on her body, he toweled her off. He smiled as her weight on him got heavier as she gave in to fatigue. He sat her again on the vanity, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked into the closet they had in the bathroom and pulled on a new pair of jeans and t-shirt for himself. He grabbed her favorite sleep shirt from her drawer. By the time he came back she was leaning against the wall. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. He pulled her giant sleep shirt over her head. He hated the ratty tee but he knew she put it on when she felt down, or sick.
Drying her hair would be out of the question. He rooted around underneath the sink for that cream he’d seen her use in her and Ella’s hair. Finding it, he slathered a couple handfuls of the cookie smelling concoction into her hair, and called it done. He grabbed another towel from the bathroom pantry and wrapped it around her hair to keep the pillows from getting too wet.
He carried her into their bedroom, laying her down, pulling their blanket over her.
“Check on Simon, please.” She murmured, settling deeper into the bed.
“I’ll do that now, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead.
She turned on her side and he stared at her sleeping form a few moments, thanking every deity he knew that she was home safe. He leaned down, kissed her forehead and left her sleeping. One of her cousins hovered anxiously at the door, waiting to go in. Even though Savannah had already seen a healer, their grandparents wanted reassurance that Savi was fine, so they sent Samantha. He waved the female in and caught sight of Simon near their bedroom door standing, healing bruises coloring his face.
“How the hell are you still standing?” Derrick knew that the male had fought hard for his mate. “Did you get a healer to look you over?”
Simon nodded, his jaw flexing, anger keeping the enforcer on edge. His stance was stiff, his eyes hazy as he stared into space.
Derrick sighed. “You’re supposed to be resting, aren’t you?”
Simon shrugged. “She healed my ribs and my head. The rest will heal in a matter of hours. I wanted to check on the Fela.” The enforcer’s words were slightly slurred, and he swayed a moment.
Derrick grabbed the back of Simon’s neck and nuzzled his cheek. “You did fine, Simon. She’s alive and well.”
He smelled Carlos’ scent on the male and knew the Felix had probably already reassured Simon, but as Beta, Derrick let him know that he was not upset with him.
“They ambushed us.” Simon’s jaw clenched and rage danced in his eyes.
“Do you think I think otherwise? I have seen the two of you in the training room, I don’t doubt that they left in a lot worse condition than when they arrived.”
Simon nodded. “I gave my report to Felix.”
“Fine.” He gripped the male’s shoulder. “Rest Simon, you know the Fela, she’ll be up in a few hours getting into more trouble.”
A small twitch on his face was the only acknowledgement Derrick got. He dragged a chair from the kid’s room, into their bedroom and set it against the wall. He pointed until Simon dropped into it.
“You can see with your own eyes that she’s okay and rest at the same time. I’m sending another enforcer in here to keep watch over you both until you’re one hundred percent.”
He held up his hand as Simon opened his mouth to argue.
“Do not move from this chair unless it’s to go home and rest.” Derrick left him to go find his other mate before he tore up the city looking for those bastards.
