I had half a mind to complain, but my gaze followed the corded muscles of his neck as the water slid over them, washing over his tattoo. Eyes widening, I reached for his neck, and he tilted his head to the other side, knowing all too well what I wanted.
“No scars,” I whispered noticing the drawings were intact, and he smiled.
“No scars…” D confirmed, dropping his arm from the door frame behind me and extending it to give me full access.
Unlike Dante’s, D’s tattoo started on the neck, even extending around his left peck. My fingertips traced the vines that stretched down his body, curling and turning, interlacing with one another before starting to form a forest of beautifully full pine trees of different sizes. Leaves floated throughout, dancing together to the silent music of the mountain breeze. All under a growing bright sky, where the powerful sunrise was represented by a stunning sun symbol above it all.
It reminded me of the star bursting with light that also hovered on top of Dante’s cosmos.
It looked nothing like the forest I grew up in, so I knew it wasn’t the same mountain. Mystical fog also swayed along the drawings, in and out of the treetops gracing the sky, until the vines reconnected—forming a carefully ornate frame of floating leaves, curly vines, and magical mist.
A frame to adorn the presence of the large, gorgeous, and fierce white wolf in its center.
“That’s my wolf,” I whispered in shock, bringing his gaze back to my eyes.
“Do you recognize it?”
Sorrow coiled around my heart, but I still nodded. “Only by a feeling. I’ve never seen my wolf before, and now that the fire crystals are destroyed, I might never get to meet her.”
“Of course, you will,” he assured, leaning into me until our mouths were only a few inches away. His penetrating gaze said he would find a way, no matter what, and the conviction in them made my breath falter.
D pulled away, but my hands remained on him, unable to stop touching him. My touch continued to caress his body, relishing the way his pecs felt under my fingertips. I watched his eyes fall closed, and he grabbed the frame again, as though he needed to hold on not knowing what I might do to him.
Well,Iwasn’t going to do anything. But my wolf liked the feel of his wet body under my hand, and right now, I wasn’t exactly sure I was the one in control of us. My fingertips followed the waterdrops sliding to his abs, tracing each square on my way down until the most glorious sight greeted me.
D had hardened with my attention, so much so that he was completely erect, his tip reaching over his belly button. My wolf whimpered at the sight, my stomach dipped, and the wetness between my legs intensified, leaving me drenched. My hands itched to touch him like I had done with Dante. To test how hard and soft he felt between my fingers as I stroked him, and the scorching feeling of his skin in my hold.
Swallowing, I glanced into his eyes while my fingertips inched down his abs little by little. D’s gaze was fully on me now, and he seemed to be barely breathing… My wolf wanted him to kiss me again, harder this time. To lift me onto the vanity behind us and rip off my clothes. It was all my wolf, not me though. She wanted him to part my legs open and slide into our drenched center just like Dante had.
He was a bit longer than Dante, and I wanted to feel his length inside me too.
She did.My wolfwanted to feel it.
Eyes widening, a gasp escaped my throat when his fangs descended over his full lower lip. The striking sight snapped me back to reality, and I instantly took my hand off his body. Startled, I pressed away from him, into the wall.
D cursed under his breath. “I’m sorry,” he hurriedly offered, before closing his mouth over the fangs.
I blinked up at him, taken aback by the sight. Was he craving my blood? Did D want to drink from me?
“It doesn’t mean what you think it means,” he assured, visibly pained by my reaction to him like this. He moved back to give me space, but the fangs were still peeking out of his mouth.
Disconcerted, I stepped through the doorway, away from him. My wolf’s heat still invaded my body, and my core, but my mind had very much broken the spell.
My wolf didn’t like that. Not a single bit. She growled deep within my chest, urging me to return to him.
“Mine!”
The word rang impossibly loud and clear, echoing through the recesses of my being. A spoken declaration from my wolf.
My eyes widened even more, all blood draining from my face. “Goddess!” I gasped, jumping back from the scare.
Had I just heard my wolf’s voice?!
“I’m so sorry, Natasha,” D urgently offered, thinking this had to do with him.
I mean, it did, but not in the way he thought. Although, a little in the way he thought too.
“Let me explain?—"
