Page 15 of Claimed By the Feral Wolf

“I’d love a bath, but I’m so tired I’d instantly fall asleep. Let’s shower, and then we can eat something.”

“Sounds good. Do you want your hair to get wet?”

“Unfortunately, I need to wash it because I haven’t for several days.”

“I rinsed it at the spring where I bathed you after…” He got furious every time he thought of those men.

She patted his chest. “It’s okay. You got to me in time.”

Jacob exhaled and nodded then stepped into the shower and set her on her feet before he reached and turned on the water. He blocked it with his body to prevent her from feeling the cold water.

“Oh, my,” she said. “There’s a bunch of women’s products in here.”

“I would guess the Alpha’s mate and her friend put them in here. A guy wouldn’t think to do that.”

She grinned and reached for a bottle.

“Let me,” he said, taking the bottle from her. After squeezing out a glob of shampoo, he started working it into her hair.

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned.

He grinned at the pure ecstasy on her face. When he thought it was clean enough, he made her step back into the water. “Let’s get this rinsed out.”

Jacob looked at the array of products on the shower shelf. “Which one do I use now?”

She reached out for another bottle and handed it to him. “This is conditioner. It would be next to impossible to comb through my hair without it.”

He worked the white stuff into her hair.

“Leave it in while I get my body done.”

“I’ll do that.” He reached for one, read the name of it, and then sniffed it. It smelled flowery. An aroma he would normally like, but it was strange that her scent was the strongest for him and overshadowed every other fragrance.

“Is this one okay?” he asked.

“Yes.”

She stood docile with her hands on his chest. When they started to move, he had to grit his teeth against the wave of desire. “Mate, we can’t fuck again until later. I’ll put some salve on you that will help you heal faster, but I’m not going to hurt you, and I would if we fucked again right now.”

Her hands froze, and she sighed.

He kissed her forehead, rinsed her off, and then started to let the water sweep away the conditioner in her hair.

“I’m going to bathe quickly…”

“Can’t I wash you?” she asked.

“Not this time, Mate.” He sat her on the corner shower bench. It took him a minute, and he turned off the water.

“Let’s get you dry.”

He watched her squeeze as much water out of her long thick, light-brown hair before he handed her a towel and she wrapped it up so it stayed on her head and didn’t unravel.

“How’d you do that?” he asked when she twisted the fabric to make it stay tight on her head.

“It’s a thing girls learn.”

“Did your mother teach you?” he asked.

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