I protest when he pulls his hand away from my center, but then he moves the spray of the water, so it hits my clit, and my knees go weak.
“Give me your leg,” he instructs, holding his other hand out. I lift my knee, and he pulls it up, so I’m spread wide with my other foot still on the floor. “Arms around my neck,”
When my arms are up, he adjusts the spray of water again, and I moan loudly.
“You look so fucking sexy, Delilah. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I hold onto him as the water hits my clit and steals my breath.
“Come for me, let me hear you scream for me,” Dean’swords send shock waves of desire through me, and I come, my clit sensitive and inner walls clenching rhythmically.
“Dean!” I scream his name and wonder how many Wolves can hear me shouting. I don’t care.
He releases my leg as I drop my arms, my body shaking.
“I think you washed their scents off now,” I smile, and Dean smirks.
“Yeah, I think I did. I won’t mind doing it again.” His voice is husky, and his eyes heavy with desire, and I blush. Again? I like that idea.
“We should get out now,” I tell him.
Dean pulls back and nods. He steps out of the shower, staying true to his word not to push me.
I turn off the water and step out as well, and he gives me privacy to dry off, after pressing a kiss to my lips.
I brush my teeth with a toothbrush I found still in the plastic and smile at the sight of my swollen lips. I liked that. The feeling of control that moment gave me. I may have been the one on my knees, but I was controlling Dean completely. My mind wanders to Coal. Will he know when he sees me, will he know what I’ve just done?
I shrug. Even if he does, it won’t matter. I’m Dean’s Avowed as well. Coal can’t do shit. At least, I hope he won't.
Dean sent for one of my uniforms to be brought in, along with a clean bra and panties. I glare at him when I see them sitting on the bed.
“Seriously? Red lace? My shirt is white, Dean,” I protest, but he just grins at me.
“I see sucking your dick loosened you up,” I snap, as I snatch the clothes up and head back to the bathroom to dress.
Dean’s mouth falls open, and he fakes offense. I have toactively stop my mouth from saying things that might get me beat in front of other Wolves, so if Dean wants me to trust him, he’ll have to prove himself. So far, he’s doing an amazing job.
When I walk back out after dressing, I hold up my wet shoes. He just points to a pair of black boots on the floor by the door.
“So I get presents if I-” I start, but I’m quickly cut off.
“Stop,” Dean says as he grips my arms and pushes me up against the door. “You get gifts, period. You get treated kindly and respectfully, period. The way I treat you, or the things I do for you, have nothing to do with what you do or don’t do, with me.” He looks into my eyes, searching for something. “Tell me you understand that. Tell me you didn’t do that…” he motions to the bathroom door, “because you felt like you had to?”
“I wanted to, I really wanted to,” I reassure him, feeling like an asshole. I press my lips to his and pull away quickly. “I’m sorry…” I apologize, feeling guilty now.
“Don’t be. This is new for you. We’ll get there.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before he puts his shoes on. “We have to go back. We missed Art, but you can still make it to your other classes before lunch. If Coal doesn’t have you eat with him, you can come here.”
“Okay.”
Delilah
The rest of the day is good and passes uneventfully. I spend lunch in Dean’s room since Coal wasn’t around at all, and I’m so relaxed I almost fall asleep on the couch. By the end of the day, I’m not dreading combat as much as before.
As soon as I step in the gym door, though, I see Coal, who looks seriously pissed.
His eyes flash to a glowing blue, and he stalks toward me, looking ready to rip my throat out.
Coal grabs my hand, drags me toward the back of the gym, and to the locker rooms. He hands me a stack of clothes and tells me to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts. He doesn’t say anything else, and it makes me nervous. Once I’m changed, he has me walking on a treadmill, and I’m relieved. I assumed he would make me run again.
