“I’ll say!” Brooke curled against my chest. “Where are we going?”
She hadn’t responded to my blurted confession, and now she seemed to be brushing it off. MyKteerwhined in confusion, and I swallowed down my fear enough tobrush a kiss across her temple. “I’m bathing you. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you smell like me, but I assume you’d rather not…”
When Brooke scraped a fingertip along her left tit, capturing some of my cum and drawing it between her lips thoughtfully, I groaned out loud. Gods below, this wastorture! To love her, to know she wasmine…and to not know how she felt? Just watching her sucking on that finger, her tongue lapping my seed, made my cock hard and throbbing again.
But she hadn’t accepted my words. I suppose it’s a good thing I hadn’t spilled inside her, hadn’t claimed her.
She watched me as I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm. Then I scooped her up against me and brought her inside the glass-enclosed waterfall.
“Mmm,” she sighed, resting her palms against the tiles, tipping her head forward to keep her bun out of the flow of the water. “This is lovely. Relaxing.”
I resisted the urge to grasp my cock and stroke it;that’show fucking tempting she looked with the water cascading over her. Instead, I grabbed a loofah and my favorite moisturizing soap and began to wash her.
She didn’t say anything as I eased the soap over her skin, but soon enough, the sweet scent of her arousal perfumed the humid air of the shower. When she reached down to stroke my erect cock and gave me a naughty wink, I knew she was as ready for me as I was for her.
“It doesn’t seem fair that I don’t get to washyou,” she said with a pout, her small hands sliding over my ridges. “I think this cock needs a thorough cleaning.” Her grin grew. “With my tongue.”
The thought of hermouthon me wrenched a groan from my lips. The thought of her on her knees before me…
With a growl, I turned her around, grabbed her wrists, and slapped them against the wet tile wall. She peeked at me over her shoulder as she thrust her ass back toward me, and I didn’t hesitate.
I clutched her hips, lifted her rear end…and slid my cock into her weeping, needy cunt.
I felt her orgasm slam into her, and Brooke tossed her head back andscreamed,“Sylvik!” as she bucked, the word echoing off the tile.
Then, before her pussy stopped spasming, I pulled my cock from her, turned her back around, and continued washing her. Only this time, I had to use one arm to hold her up, because her knees didn’t seem capable of supporting her.
“Sylvik,” she panted, one hand on my chest, the other pressed against the side of her head. Her eyes were wide as she gazed up at me in confusion.
“Don’t tease me,dkaar,” I growled, “or you’ll get more of that.”
I knew my Mate wasn’t intimidated when she grinned. “I’ll have to remember that. Next time…”
I stiffened at the implication therewouldbe a next time and peered down at her. “Brooke, I…”
Smiling softly, she lifted one hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, Sylvik.”
I jerked, causing her to stumble in the wet shower. But I couldn’t help it, my eyes had gone wide as I stared down at her.
“What?” she asked, pulling her hand back hesitantly.
“You don’t have to say it just because I did,” I whispered harshly.
But my little human just blinked. “I’m not. Idofeel that way—wait, why do you think I don’t?—?”
“When I said it, you laughed,” I reminded her.
Brooke’s lips had flattened. “I didn’t realize that was my cue. I’m sorry, Sylvik.”
Uncertainty flared between us, and I finished washing us both with quick, efficient movements, then turned off the shower and reached for one of the fluffy bath sheets I’d hung up earlier. I wrapped Brooke in it firmly, then took the time to dry myself off with the second one before tying it around my waist and reaching for her once more.
I scooped her up into my arms and stalked toward the bedroom. When I settled on the bed, I pulled her down onto my lap, then took a deep breath. She smelled of my shampoo, satiation, and arousal. She smelled of me, and her, and the possibility offorever.
This close, I didn’t need my glasses to see her, but her scent was a part of me, and would be for the rest of my life.
I opened my mouth to tell her I loved her again, but what escaped was, “Don’t go to California!” and I winced. “I’m sorry, Brooke, but…please? Consider staying here on Eastshore? Your business could be successful here, and your family is here, and?—”
Her fingertips pressed against my mouth, silencing me. “And you’re here,” she whispered as the pad of her index finger caressed my tusk, sending a shudder through me. “And you love me.”
