When Naddie was settled in with Wonder Cart and Hansel, Killian returned to the bathroom. There was more water in the tub now; Crush had soap all over his hair and body.
“We took quite a tumble in the dirt. Figured I could at least be clean when we show up on pack territory,” Crush explained. “You might want to have a quick wash, too.”
Killian looked down at himself and winced. “Do I stink?”
“No, but you should smell more like me.” Crush flashed his teeth. “I want my brothers to know you’re off-limits.”
Killian blushed, accepting the shampoo that Crush handed him. Living with babies had made him very efficient with his own showers. Crush helped him pick off the bandage on his arm.
When Killian had rinsed off all his suds, Crush reached for him again. “Here, let me stitch up your back wound. It’ll be quick. Just a couple of stitches.”
Killian nodded and turned his back to Crush. Crush dried him off with some paper towels; a needle pricked Killian’s skin. Before Killian knew it, Crush was tying off the suture thread, and snipping off the rest. He rubbed some cream on Killian’s bullet graze wound, too.
“There,” Crush said, satisfied. “Now, I want you on my lap.”
Killian’s blush returned when Crush scooped him up, depositing him on his lap. In this position, Killian’s thighs were spread around his alpha, their bodies so close that Crush’s warmth soaked into his chest.
“I’m going to do the rest of the inspection,” Crush said.
It was more intimate this time around, without a baby between them. Killian felt the full force of Crush’s attention, Crush’s fingers careful as he pressed around Killian’s nipple, pinching its nub lightly.
Even though their reasons for the inspection were deadly serious, this felt good.
Crush’s nose twitched. He kept going though, fingertips trailing over Killian’s belly, pressing along the V of his hips. He lifted one of Killian’s legs first, carefully inspecting his thigh, shin, and foot. Then he did the same with Killian’s other leg. “I’ll need you to turn around. Get up on your knees.”
“Okay.” Killian carefully shuffled around, feeling self-conscious when he knelt.My ass is almost in Crush’s face.
Crush hummed low in his throat. He traced his fingers over the backs of Killian’s thighs, up, up, up, to the creases where his legs met his ass. Then he picked up from where he had left off on Killian’s back, slipping his fingers down to Killian’s ass.
“I’ll have to inspect you here too,” Crush murmured.
“You’ve already touched me everywhere,” Killian said with a blush. “Do you really need to ask?”
“Just thought I’d give you a heads-up.” Crush leaned in, pressing a kiss to Killian’s asscheek.
Killian’s face flamed.Did he just kiss my ass?
Slowly, Crush stroked Killian’s right cheek, then his left. When both cheeks passed the inspection, Crush spread them, fingertips sliding up and down his crack, easing closer to Killian’s hole.
Crush didn’thaveto check him there; he had touched Killian’s entrance several times by now. But he pressed down on it anyway. Killian’s breath rushed out.
“Sweetheart,” Crush growled.
“I know this is as serious as a doornail!” Killian blurted. “No, that’s not right. Serious as a cock! Hard as an eggplant! Round like balls! Oh gods, what am I saying?”
Crush huffed. He cupped Killian’s cheeks to hold him open, before pressing his face against Killian’s ass and kissing his hole. “I know this sounds like something straight out of a porno. But I have to inspect you inside.”
Killian hoped like hell he wouldn’t find anything in there.
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A FOURTH HEAT?!
“Um, g-go ahead,”Killian said, growing hot.
What? It wasn’t his fault that he was a rabbit shifter, and his body really liked Crush’s touch. Under Crush’s attention, he grew wet in seconds, burning all over.
Crush growled. “I can smell your arousal.”
