Kellan’s declaration about following me to the end of the world didn’t feel quite as shattering now. If anything, there was a new flicker of hope in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind.
I’d understood my path in life before these alphas. I’d had a plan, boundaries, and yeah, a fucking empty existence.
But it was safe.
Safe and lonely.
Now they had me wondering if it was worth the risk to have these alphas, even if only for a short time until the need for power took them over. I could live many lifetimes in a few perfect moments of being cared for by them.
I was ripped from my contented daydream when the cloth brushed over a hard nipple. I swallowed my groan. Now all I could think about was how frustrated I’d been since yesterday, when Hunter brought me to the edge of an orgasm and sent me off unsatisfied. I’d barely slept last night, as I writhed with the need to touch myself.
His command had worked though, even when it shouldn’t have had any effect on me.
The bastard.
Hunter’s touch was more clinical today, as he washed me with thorough precision and never quite hitthe spot. When he appeared satisfied with how clean and calm I was now, he opened the shower screen. Kellan was already waiting for me with a towel in his hands, which he wrapped around my body, before lifting me from the stall and depositing me on the bathmat so my feet never touched the cool tiles.
“What’s happening?” I mumbled, unsure if I’d just fallen into an alternate reality. “This is straight up princess treatment, but I’ve never needed help to wash and dry myself.”
Kellan started to dry me gently, with the same thorough attention to detail that Hunter had shown. “It’s not about younot being able to do this alone,” he told me in his low rumble.“It’s the fact that you don’thave to do everything alone. You might not realize it, but we could feel your panicked run. We could hear your heart slamming in your chest, and your scent… that sweet chocolate was acrid with fear and sadness. What sort of mates would we be if we didn’t soothe and care for you in those moments?”
I was stunned into silence, staring at his too gorgeous face. “You’re pretty darn good at this,” I finally whispered, so out of my depths that I was drowning.
His smile was touched in melancholy. “I’ve had no practice, I promise. But with you it’s all instinct.”
Goddess, just kill me now and bury the corpse with a nice view.
How could anyone fight against this sort of heartfelt devotion?
The sound of wet clothes hitting the tiles distracted me as I turned to find Hunter shedding his suit and stepping from the shower.Butt freaking naked. I reminded myself to be as respectful as they’d been and keep my gaze on his face, but yeah, that wasnever gonna happen.
One day I’d be a stronger wolf, but until then I was all perv.
My gaze started on his face at least, and I enjoyed watching the damp ends of his dark curls springing to life. Droplets of water beaded across his long, inky lashes, and the stormy depths of his eyes looked darker than ever. Water continued to lovingly caress the hard, handsome planes of his face as I followed their dripping path down broad, muscled shoulders, a heavily defined chest, andone, two, three…I gave up counting abs at eight.
This was the first time I’d had a chance to see his ink in all its incredible glory, and while I couldn’t make out what was on his back, it clearly wrapped up and around both shoulders, spanning down into black geometrical designs on his arms.
The bulk of the design stopped around his forearms, and there was nothing on his hands except that one claiming tattoo. Which would have held my attention, but I was distracted by finally reaching the hard length jutting proudly between his thickly muscled thighs.
Holy fuck.
I blinked, wondering if I was seeing double… the length. Because I wasn’t sure that appendage was made to fit in a vagina.
At least not mine.
Nope.
Well, maybe.
Hunter was huge all over, and his dick did not let the team down. I might not have seen a ton of cocks in my life, but I had no doubt that Hunter’s was unusually perfect. Thick and straight, the head was nicely swollen, the length slightly darker than his skin, and the more I stared, the harder it got as pre-cum seeped—
Kellan’s laughter broke me from my dick trance, and I jerked my head up with my face now as red as the head of Hunter’s—
Stop it. Fucking hell, Emme.
The alphas scored points when neither of them mentionedthe incident,even if they did both look smug when they left me alone to get dressed for the day. I had a shift this evening at the nightclub, but first I was having lunch with Cora. She’d called last night to invite me out, and with that in mind I dressed in my nicest jeans and a white shirt.
In the bathroom, I brushed my hair out and just applied a little mascara. After the shower incident, my cheeks remained plenty pink with no need for artificial blush.
