Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
Her scent makes my head spin. And since my wee wife is so incredibly irate, and currently trying to wash her anger away under a scalding hot shower, the steam has made her peachy scent so much more fragrant.
It makes my cock hard as steel.
She knows she’s not alone, but she does a stellar job of pretending I’m not here. But, see, two can play at that game.
Undressing takes no time at all, and I leave my suit over the vanity, my guns resting in their holsters on top of everything. Grabbing her toothbrush and putting it in my mouth so my hands are free, I waltz into the shower, acting like it’s just me, myself, and I.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses.
“You’re talking to me?”
The brat gives me her back and goes on pretending she’s alone again.
I give her a couple of minutes to ensure she’s set on this path of not talking or even acknowledging me. While I wait, I start brushing my teeth, reaching past her to adjust the faucets with my other hand. Keeping my cock away from her body is near impossible.
All I’m doing is reminding us both of our undeniable pull to each other when I scoop in behind her and then stand up to height, my cock nudging into the soft crevice between her silky inner thighs.
She twists around, glaring angrily. Goddamn, it takes all my control not to lean down and suck on her nipples until she comes. But in the next moment, she goes back to looking right through me.
I take a step, giving her space but also so I can reach for the water to rinse my mouth. I spit the minty foam all over her chest. Accidentally, of course.
She looks down at the mess I made on her. “What the fuck?”
Then I let the last of it dribble down my chin, watching it as it slides down my chest.
She falters in her anger, getting distracted by the foam bubbles as they wash further down my chest. But that’s why I’m here to help her deal with her emotions, so we can move on to the good part—our fucking future.
The steam fills with her interest one moment, then her cold anger the next. So, I do what any self-respecting Alpha should, and I perfume, influencing her.
Instantly, the steam saturates with my warm chocolate and pepper scent, twisted by my obvious desire. Her eyes flash to mine, as if to confirm her nose isn’t doing her wrong, and it’s no shock to find them sparkling like jewels. A clear sign her anger is temporarily abated by her growing interest.
This time, I watch her, no longer content with making her think she can simply ignore me, us, and the situation we’re in.
Shuffling forward, I reach an arm up, and without looking, I adjust the showerhead, pointing it into the corner so that she doesn’t get cold as I cage her in. I grab the soap and hold it up so she can see what I’m doing, letting the soap bar bubble up in my hands as it spins around.
“You can’t ignore us forever, Tally.” Keeping my eyes off hers, I let the soap drop from my hands and then I cup her tits, my thumbs brushing over her tight little nipples, swiping away the toothpaste I spat on them. “I vividly remember the last time I saw these, they were painted white by Kee’s come and mine. Do you remember the night we consummated our vows like I do? I was in you so deep, my knot smelled like your pussy for days.” I groan out each word.
Her breathing takes off like a rocket. And she doesn’t tell me to fuck off or stop touching her. No, she takes a step closer, wanting more.
“There’s no need to be angry that we opened up the door to check on you.”
I get a feral hiss that turns into a moan.
Leaving one hand exactly where it is, squeezing the fuck out of her stunningly perfect tit, I suck on two fingers on my other hand, wrapping my tongue around them. Her eyes somehow get blacker. And when I hold up my fingers, to show her my intention, she doesn’t utter a word telling me to stop. Fuck me, I would if there was any doubt in my mind she wasn’t into this.
“Gonna put my fingers back in your body again. Now’s your time to tell me no.”
The look on her face… I thought she was pissed before, but if I don’t finish what I started, it seems she’s going to use her bare hands to kill me.
“Last chance, Tally girl.”
I get a snarledyes. And the second I hear it, my fingers are up so deep in her cunt, I can feel her pulsing need. Her body consents and submits, now I just need her to vocalize that permission for me to hear.
