“The hard container is the bottle, but what’s inside is soap,” he answered and tapped on the outside. “It’ll clean the dirt off you.”
He knelt and lifted my ankle. I would have fallen if I hadn’t gripped his fur. I clenched it, and he didn’t mention how hard I held on as he scrubbed the bottom of my foot. Then he switched to the next one.
“I need to make some calls, but we should be able to catch a flight home tomorrow.” He peeked up at me, hand still rubbing my foot. “I’m assuming you don’t have a passport since you were living . . .” He trailed off, and it confused me even more.
“What is home?” I cocked my head, looking at him kneeling at my feet. This was the second time he had mentioned that. His fur was wet and hanging in his face with droplets plopping onto his skin. The fur strips over his eyes furrowed close together.
“Our . . . territory. Where we will live.”
I would have territory with him. He placed his hands under the water, and soap ran off his hands. He pumped more of the clear liquid onto his palm and rubbed his hands up my thighs with careful sweeps.
His touch spawned an odd heat in my chest. I knew the heat between my legs was the urge to claim him, but this other heat was higher, and it kept expanding like it was a living thing.
“Oh,” I whispered, pressing my fingertip to the corner of his upturned mouth.
The fur over his eyes twitched.
I liked when he smiled, and right now, it was growing even more. I leaned forward and licked his mouth.
His body went very still. Then he moved in an explosive motion, standing and tugging the buttons of the shirt he’d put on me until it was loose. With a nudge, it slid off me onto the floor with athwap. He undid the pants and tossed them too, leaving himself bare. This was the first time I was able to see his magnificent body completely. A purr rumbled in my chest as I took in every inch of him. His stiff member pointed upward.
“I’m trying to be good,” he growled, gripping the sides of my neck and forcing me forward a step.
I didn’t know what that meant, but I pressed my body closer until my breasts were against his bare chest. Pleasure licked up my spine, and the need between my legs grew. His attention fastened on the swell of my breasts. I ran my hands up his smooth shoulders, touching and squeezing. He was so soft and big. Power lined beneath the fragile human skin as muscles bulged near his shoulders.
“But you’ve made it impossible,” he groaned and leaned down.
His mouth settled on mine, and he coaxed me to open for him. He didn’t take any more time as he shoved his tongue inside and caressed mine. The odd sensation caused an explosion of butterflies in my stomach. He turned his head a little, and he licked the inside of my mouth again. I groaned, mimicking how he moved with frantic, unpracticed licks. He pulled back, and I panted.
“That was a kiss,” he breathed, likely seeing the question in my eyes. I was glad he explained because my brain was mush. “Lean your head back.”
As I did what he asked, water fell over my fur, and he speared fingers against my head. I groaned, leaning heavily against him. He pumped soap into his palms and slowly rubbed. I didn’t think pleasure like this could exist, but he continued to shock me with each revelation.
His length twitched and rubbed against my belly, straining and needy. I couldn’t help reaching forward and gripping him. Mate exhaled hard.
“If you do that—” he cut off with a groan once I squeezed him.
I rubbed the tip near the ridge. Liquid rose to the surface, and I swiped the moisture, but it was immediately replaced. He slid a hand into my fur, gripping it hard. I exhaled at the sudden, commanding touch. He yanked me up, and with his grip, I was at his mouth within my next breath.
Our tongues clashed together, and he kissed me again, sliding inside with lewd thrusts, mimicking mating. My teeth grazed his lip, and he made a deep grunting sound that sent a shiver down to my sex.
Mate grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up until my legs braced around his waist. He stepped forward, and the spray of the shower trickled between us. Griffin slid inside my channel with a suddenness that stole my breath. I leaned my head back until it rested against the wall. He plunged inside me, frantic and needy, claiming me with rutting thrusts that accumulated slick.
He made me ache for him so easily. The wet slapping of our sex meeting only made me crazed. Griffin had me climaxing quickly, my thighs twitching around his hips. He panted, and his thrusting slowed as if he savored the feel of my sex clamping around him.
Sliding his hands to my bottom, he flushed me to him until he was so deep, I could feel him in my stomach. He reached behind me, bracing me with one hand, and turned the spray off. Then he opened the glass door, stepped onto the towel he’d spread on the floor, and grabbed another. He had it wrapped around my back as he walked out of the bathroom.
Griffin lowered us onto a creaking, soft surface, leaning over me so the water on his fur dripped onto my face. I kept my eyes fastened on him, and he pumped his hips. I sucked in a breath,arching my spine. He lowered his face into the crook of my neck and rutted into me with harder thrusts. I widened the spread of my thighs, digging my heels into the bed so I could meet him.
He claimed me like a wild Beast. The wet slap of our flesh filled me with overwhelming ache. He dragged his mouth down my neck and pressed his mouth to my breasts. One of his hands slid up my side, past my waist, tickling upward until he cupped the side of the heavy flesh. He rubbed his thumb over the nipple.
A release crashed into me again, and I screamed, sliding my human claws down his back. His pumping picked up, and he dragged out the squeezing of my sex, forcing cries to spill from my mouth.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he grunted, rising. I was still riding the wave, taking his thrusts until the bed creaked.
His wide, bare chest hovered near my face as he propped his fists on the bed. As the release abated, I sank my teeth into the flesh, right above his heart, not hard enough to harm his human flesh, but enough for it to give. He exploded, spilling warm seed with hard juts. His head dropped back with a shout, his thrusts becoming disjointed and frantic. I pulled away from his chest, a purr rising in my chest at the reddened indents of my bite littering his skin. Marking him had become an addiction.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, the feeling of happiness in my chest expanding.
