“You want to wash their scents off of me?” I ask, and Dean nods.
“I do,” he admits, and I smile softly before I kick my shoes off, dump the water out of them, and then place them outside the shower.
Dean does the same, then unbuttons his shirt, tossing itto the floor in a wet pile, followed by his pants. I admire his wide shoulders, strong arms, and the dark trail of hair that leads down to a large bulge straining his boxers.
I take off my shirt and watch as he takes in the sight of my breasts, still in my bra. Until I take that off as well. I slide my skirt slowly down my thighs and watch him carefully. Quil took my panties with him…
Dean grabs the bottle of shampoo and pours some into his hand, motioning for me to turn away from him. Despite the fire I see in his chocolate eyes, he doesn’t try to touch my naked body.
As soon as I'm facing the wall, he groans.
“Fuck…” Dean mutters, then massages the soap into my hair, and I moan at the sensation. It feels so fucking good, and the scent is masculine and clean, just like Dean. I step back into him, feeling the heat of his body against mine. He’s so much taller than me that my head rests against his chest. He takes his time and I close my eyes, enjoying his gentle touch until he turns me to rinse the soap out.
I open my eyes to watch him as he rinses the soap from my hair carefully. He looks so relaxed. I frown, so kind, despite how angry I thought he would be. It wasn’t anger, but envy.
“I need to know why, Dean. I need to understand,” I say, as he grabs another bottle and runs his hands through my hair once again. I reach out, resting my hands against the firm muscles of his abs, looking up to meet his eyes. He doesn’t have me turn away this time and just rinses my hair again.
“I don’t have an explanation right now. Just try to trust me,” he whispers. “Matteo is my best friend, and I promised him four years ago that we’d find a way to protectyou.” His muscles flex under my hands, the look in his eyes darkening as my hands drop lower.
“I’ve never touched anyone like this before…” I whisper. I’ve touched skin, but not like this. This is intimate and personal. Gentle. What Quil did was about control and dominance, this is mutual respect. Mutual desire.
He chuckles, “Half naked in the shower?” He says it teasingly, but I just watch the way my hands move across his smooth skin and hard muscles.
“Without fear that I’ll somehow be punished for finding pleasure in this feeling,” I confess breathlessly.
“You’ve never touched a man at all?” He sounds surprised, and I smile.
“When would I? Coal makes it clear to anyone who tries to get near me that I belong to him.”
“You smelled…like, I thought…” He stumbles over his words, looking me over.
“Coal touches me. Just because my body responds to his touch, doesn’t mean I touch him back. And Quil… He took what he wanted, and I let him, but no, I didn’t touch him either. He, um, used his own hand to…” I know what he’s thinking. I smelled like Quil’s cum.
“He’s never…did he force himself on you?” he demands, even though he already knows the answer, gripping my face between his hands and searching my emerald eyes. I’ve said it enough times already. But it’s sweet that he’s concerned.
“No, not really. I don’t want to like it, but I do enjoy it when they touch me. When both of them touch me, force me,” I whisper. It’s true, I crave Coal’s touch, his desire, his hatred. I want the punishing way he holds me to mean that he loses control because of me. And now Quil. He made me feel something I’ve never felt before, but he did it to provehe could, not because he wanted me or desired me. Certainly not because he cared for me.
“Fuck.” Dean drops his hands. “You like the pain.” He realizes, looking at the bruise on my neck. “Fuck, Delilah.” He steps into me, moving the hair on my shoulder away, and runs his fingers over the bruise. I bite my lip at the contact. The area is sensitive, and the bite of pain causes my body to shiver in response, reminding me how it felt when Coal bit me.
He leans forward, places his mouth over the bruise, and bites gently. I moan, wrapping my arms around his back, and drag my nails across his skin. He growls against my neck and bites just a little harder as I dig my nails into his hips next. Dean pulls away, looking down at me through hooded eyes.
He’s breathing heavily, like I am. I see it, I see it in his aroused gaze. He’s damaged too. The pain brings him pleasure and makes him feel alive. I move my hands from his hips to his chest and caress his skin softly. Then I rake my nails down his chest, hard enough to leave a mark, leaving behind a trail of blood that heals quickly.
His mouth falls open with a soft moan, so I do it again. He drops his head back, closing his eyes.
I do it again and watch as his cock strains fully against his wet boxers. I step into him, kiss his chest softly where I had just scratched him and then bite. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me aggressively against him. His hardness presses against my stomach, and I push up onto my tiptoes and bite down harshly on the space between his shoulder and neck.
Dean moans, so I bite harder, and he grinds his cock against me. I want more; I want to be closer to him. I drop my hand, gripping him through his boxers and rubbingroughly. He hisses in response, and I move my mouth higher on his neck, kissing gently before I bite him hard once again.
Dean surrenders his body to me, allowing me to give him this pain, even though he could easily stop it. We’re both damaged, and it makes me want to see him fall apart for me. I want to know more about him. What makes him crave this chaos as much as I do?
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to come in my boxers, Delilah,” he groans breathlessly, and I smile against his skin, then drag my teeth against him one last time before I pull away.
I drop my gaze to his cock and then look up into his eyes, my hands on his stomach, just above his waistband.
“Can I take more?” I ask him, and his eyes start glowing.
“Yes,” he grunts, biting his lip as he watches me. I reach down, pushing my fingers under the waistband, and tentatively grip his hard cock. I can’t get my hand fully around him, but I move my hand up to the tip, feeling how soft it is compared to the hard shaft.
