“All clear, little bird,” Wrecker said. He set Rocket down, and the mutt disappeared to his bed.
I followed him inside, then immediately headed to the thermostat to crank up the heat. The wood floor was ice on my sock feet. I dropped my bag, tried to pretend I wasn’t still trying to process everything happening in my life right now.
He caught my wrist, gentle, and said, “Shower. Now.”
I thought he was kidding. He was not.
“Come on,” he said, guiding me toward the bathroom. “You need to get warm. And you’ll feel better cleaned up.”
The way he said it—cleaned up—made my stomach do a flip. I had been working in the clubhouse for hours and had gotten sweaty. He was absolutely right. Ididwant to clean up, but I hated he knew that. Or maybe I loved that he knew that.
He walked me to my bathroom and turned on the shower while I undressed. I was not at all self-conscious standing stark naked before him. Had no compulsion to cover myself or hide myself from him. How could I be when those gun metal eyes looked at me with what could only be described as adoration? We had the benefit of history on our side. Granted, it was a history that seemed superficial, but it was more. And it calmed me because Iknewthis man. I had known him for as long as I could remember.And as long as I’d been aware of what love truly was, I’d loved him.
His callused hand on my back gently guided me into the shower. Moments later, his clothing removed, and I assumed, neatly folded and stacked somewhere, he joined me. The water was scalding, but I didn’t care. Steam curled around us, thick and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, yet somehow tender in their brutality. His eyes dark with hunger, his cock was already hard, begging for my touch. He didn’t bother with foreplay—not yet. He just shoved me under the spray, causing the water to rush down my body, a feral urgency driving him that made my knees weak.
“Turn around,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly. I felt his wolf on the surface, causing mine to howl against my ribs. I obeyed without hesitation, pressing my palms flat against the stone-tiled wall, my breath hitching as he stepped in behind me. His chest was a furnace against my back, his cock a hot, insistent pressure against my ass. He wasted no time. One hand slid between my legs, fingers parting my folds with a rough, possessive touch that made me gasp.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked for me,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you, little bird?”
I nodded, my hips rocking back against him, desperate for more. He chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Damn, you are so perfect, always ready for me.”
His fingers plunged into me without warning, curling just right to hit that spot that made me see stars. I cried out, my head falling back against his shoulder as he worked me with a ruthless precision that left me trembling. But he wasn’t done. His other hand slid down, fingers teasing at my asshole, circling the tight ring of muscle until I was squirming, begging for more.
“Wrecker, please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking on the word. “Please.” Both of his hands were working in tandem. Twofingers pounding my pussy and one in my ass, back and forth. The sensation was confusing, incredible. But I needed more.
“Please what?” he demanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me. “Tell me what you want, Wren.”
“I want you,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. “I want all of you.”
He didn’t make me wait. His fingers left me empty for only a moment before he was pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, the thick, rounded head stretching me open in the most delicious way. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried all the way, his hips flush against my ass. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he filled me completely, and it was almost too much.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re so fucking tight, little bird. You feel like heaven.”
He started to move then, slow, deep thrusts that had me clawing at the stone tiles for purchase. His cock dragged against my walls with every stroke, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing tight circles that had me moaning his name like a prayer.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I love to hear my name on your lips, Wren. And the way your pussy takes every inch of my cock makes me want to stay here forever. It feels like home.”
I took everything he gave me, my body arching back to meet his thrusts, my pussy clenching around him as he fucked me with a relentless intensity that left me breathless. His fingers never stopped moving, never stopped teasing and tormenting until I was teetering on the edge, my orgasm building like a storm inside me.
“Come for me,” he commanded. His voice low and insistent, sent a shiver down my spine. “Come all over my cock, little bird.”
I did. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.He didn’t stop, didn’t give me a moment to recover. He just kept fucking me through it, his thrusts growing harder, faster, until he was slamming into me with a force that had me crying out his name.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me one last time. I felt him pulse, felt the hot rush of his cum filling me as he came with a low, guttural moan that sent another shiver down my spine.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling as the water continued to pour down around us. Then he dragged himself from by body, his hands gentle as he turned me to face him. His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with something that made my chest ache.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Mine to protect, mine to claim. And when the time is right, I’m going to mark you so everyone knows it.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached up to cup his face in my hands. “I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “Always have been. Always will be.”
He kissed me then, deep and possessive, his tongue claiming mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were soft, filled with a warmth that made my heart ache.
“I love you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “More than anything.”
“I love you,” I whispered back, my voice breaking on the words.
He smiled then, a slow, wicked smile that made my stomach flip. “Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
