“I have some ideas.”
“Do they involve more groveling?”
“They involve me worshipping every inch of you until you forget you were ever upset.”
“That’s a lot of inches.”
“I’m thorough.”
I turned her in my arms, lifted her easily in the water, settled her on the edge of the bath with her legs dangling. She was exposed to me now. Every curve, every line, every beautiful inch. My wolf growled with possessive hunger.
“Caelan...”
“Shh.” I moved between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. “Let me apologize properly.”
The bath became less about bathing and more about proving exactly how sorry I was. I used my hands, sliding them up her thighs, thumbs pressing into her skin, feeling her tremble. My cock hardened against her, ready, the head nudging her slick entrance. I didn’t wait, didn’t tease with my mouth. The wolf in me demanded I claim her now, fill her and make her mine again.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in. “I love your cock, did I ever tell you that? Fuck me, Caelan.”
How could I refuse such a request?
I gripped her ass, lifted her just enough, and thrust into her in one hard push. The heat of her pussy clenched around my cock, wet and tight from the water and her arousal, pulling me deep until my hips met hers. She cried out, head falling back, and I groaned, the sound rumbling from my chest as I bottomed out.
“Fuck, Riley,” I growled against her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. “You feel so good. So tight around me.”
I rolled my hips, angling to hit that spot deep inside her, making her walls flutter around my cock.
“Caelan, just like that,yes,” she moaned.
“Forgiven yet?” I murmured against her ear, my voice rough with command, already pulling back to slam in again.
“Getting there... oh god...”
“Just getting there? I’ll have to try harder.”
Water sloshed around us with each thrust, splashing over the edge as I drove into her harder, faster. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels pressing into my back to urge me on.
“You’re... fuck... insufferable...”
“And you love me.”
“I do.” She grabbed my face, kissed me hard, her tongue tangling with mine. “I do love you. Even when you leave me for two months.”
“A week and a half.”
“Two months, you asshole.”
Laughed into her mouth, kept pounding into her, the slap of our bodies mixing with the water’s ripple. Every thrust was an apology, burying my cock deep in her pussy, feeling her squeeze me like she never wanted to let go. Her moans grew louder, her body arching against the stone edge, breasts pressing into my chest. I gripped her hips tighter, bruising, holding her steady as I fucked her relentlessly, the wolf’s possessiveness fueling each drive.
She shattered first, her pussy clamping down on my cock in spasms, milking me as she came with a sharp cry, her nails raking my back. I followed right after, thrusting deep one last time, my release pulsing out in hot spurts, filling her up until it mixed with the bathwater. Her name tore from my lips in a groan, low and satisfied.
We stayed like that, panting, my cock still twitching inside her as the aftershocks faded. When we finally finished, both of us together, I eased out slow, cum leaking from her pussy into the water. We sank back in until it started to cool. I washed her hair, gentle despite the alpha possessiveness still thrumming through me. She traced the scars on my chest, asking about each one, learning my body’s history.
“This one?” she asked, touching a silver line across my ribs.
“Training accident. I was twelve.”
“This one?”
