Page 24 of Claimed By the Feral Wolf

“Okay. Stay there, and I’ll come and get you.

She watched him put the tray aside and walk into the bathroom. She heard the tub water start, and then a moment later, he was back for her.

It always amazed her how easy it seemed for him to pick her up and carry her anywhere. He never seemed to get out of breath.

After tying her hair up, he settled them into the tub, filling it with hot water and bubbles. When her tender slit and cunt hit the water, a groan tore from her mouth.

“Easy, Mate. It will sting for a moment, but then it will feel better. The bubbles and oils I put in will help you heal faster.”

He settled his back against the side of the tub and positioned her in-between his legs. He let them relax and soak for a long time. When the water started to cool, he added more hot water and then reached for a washcloth and soap.

She thought it was peculiar how some of her girly body parts heated while others couldn’t even move when his hands roamed over every part of her body.

He chuckled. “Don’t fall asleep yet. I’ll get us dried off, and then we can go to bed.”

She nodded and watched as he pulled the plug on the tub and stood. He wrapped a towel around his waist and then lifted her up out of the tub.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

She nodded, although she wasn’t quite sure it would last. Her knees were already starting to shake.

He chuckled and lifted her into his arms before walking back into the bedroom and laying her out on the mattress. Her eyes snapped open when she felt him pull her legs apart.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m putting more cream on you, Mate. The bath we just took swept the balm away I put on you already.”

“Oh. Okay.” She didn’t have the energy to say more than that.

Within a few minutes, Jacob had the curtains closed tight, all the lights off, and he was wrapped around her body.

She couldn’t hold off going to sleep unless there was an earthquake, but she had to do one more thing.

“I love you, Jacob.”

He nuzzled the side of her head. “I love you, too.”

With a sigh, she let herself rest.

Chapter Fourteen

Jacob walked with the other men through the dense woods behind the fucker’s house. The smell of decay, blood, and death was extreme in the area, so they knew they found the resting spot of the women. He just hoped there wasn’t another grave site with more bodies, and the man wasn’t bullshitting them about only having four or five women here. That was catastrophic enough.

“I’ve got one over here,” Hunter yelled.

“There’s one here, too,” Roman said.

They kept adding to the body count until they were certain they had found all the women. It turned out to be seven women the bastard and his boys had killed. He wished he could tear the fuckers apart again.

They had to identify the bodies and tell their families the bad news. Hunter was bringing in the State police to help investigate, and they’d be the ones to inform the families.

He was glad he wouldn’t have to be part of that. The devastation these people would feel, he would sense for days after.

The crowd of men started digging until they found the remains but then stepped back for some professionals to do their job. Then CSI would come in, take pictures, and see if they could find any evidence. However, they wouldn’t need it because the murderers were already dead. Hunter would take care of that part.

On the drive home, he felt the stench of death that seemed to have soaked into his pores, and his first need was a shower because he didn’t want his mate around any of this. Then he’d need her with a desperation that should have scared him, but instead just calmed something in him and made him feel whole.

He walked through the house and into the master bathroom before shedding his clothes in a pile to get rid of later because he didn’t think the stench of violence and despair would ever come out of them.

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