“There is a way you could make it up to me.” My voice dropped into deep sexy bedroom talk and his eyes went half lidded.
“Oh, Miss Calloway, please do tell.”
I grinned, pulling at the edges of my shirt and tugging it over my head, careful to still baby my shoulder. “I need a shower.”
His breath came out in a rush as he wet his lips with his tongue. Then his gaze fell on my shoulder and his arms stiffened around me. “You’re hurt. Who did that?” he growled.
I knew that if I hadn’t already killed the troll, that Sawyer would go on another murder spree in my honor.
“A dead man. Focus. Shower?”
With a growl, he stood, clutching me to his chest as his warm breath washed over my face.
“You placed smiles, like flowers on the altar of my heart.” He peppered my neck with kisses as I threaded my fingers through his hair.
“Who?” I panted, wanting to know the poet and forgetting about Sawyer’s penchant for reciting sweet nothings to me.
“John O’Donohue.” He kissed me tenderly as we stepped into the bathroom. He set my feet down on the floor and I slowly stripped, peeling off my dirty travel clothes. I backed up against the wall so he could pass by me and turn on the hot water. When he spun back around to face me, he looked at my body and his jaw clenched so tightly that I thought his teeth might snap. I looked down, unsure what upset him, and saw that I was riddled with bruises and small cuts.
He reached up and cupped my face. “Not being there, not being able to find you myself…” He leaned his forehead against mine. “…itkilledme.” He rubbed at the stubble on his face and I couldn’t help but remark at how lucky I was to be loved by him. Reaching for his shirt, he pulled it off in one quick move and I noticed that he too had his own fading bruises. A fading bruise on a werewolf meant it had to be a really bad wound or broken bone. Probably from his fight with Locke. My eyes fell to the ankle monitor at his leg and I shook my head, stepping closer to him.
“You shouldn’t have done that. With Vicon Drake. Now you’re on trial for murder and—”
“And it was worth it. Every fucking second of his murder was worth it no matter the consequence, you understand me?” His voice was like sandpaper and I gulped, nodding. Sawyer stepped into the shower and then reached a hand out for me, pulling me inside with him.
The warm water that hit my skin was heaven, trailing down my back and washing all the dirt and blood off of me. Sawyer watched me, pumping some liquid soap onto his hands, making suds before running them over my arms, and then my breasts. He lathered my body with suds, trailing his fingers over my nipples, which tightened to points, leaving a searing trail of heat in their wake. I panted, grabbing some soap and doing the same to him. When his lips fell onto mine, I parted them eagerly, meeting his tongue in the middle.
My fingers ran over his chest, raking down his abs. I’d forgotten how tight his muscles were. Massaging him was like trying to massage a rock. His slick and soapy hand trailed down my navel and my thighs clenched with need. When one of his fingers slipped inside of me, I let out a deep satisfying groan. Our bond opened then, and all of the fragmented bits started to mend together again. I could feel his possessive and all-consuming love for me, his shame and regret over the incident with Meredith, and his pure hatred for her now. He massaged between my legs as I panted and reached for him, my tongue sliding against his. Wrapping my hands around his hardness, I began to stroke him as he huffed against my mouth. Water rolled down our faces as we pleasured each other and I felt our imprint spark stronger with each throaty kiss.
“Confession,” Sawyer huffed, deep and husky in my ear.
“What?” I gasped, barely able to concentrate as he wound his fingers rapidly on the most sensitive part of me.
He pulled back and his fiery blue gaze held mine. “I’m terrified you’ll be my undoing. Because I’ll never deny you anything. I’m at your mercy, Demi Calloway. Be aware of the power you hold over me.”
I shattered into a million pieces then, a climax racking my body as his words sank into my heart and seeped throughout my soul.
Sawyerand I fell asleep pretzeled in each other’s arms, limbs intertwined, breathing steadily in sync. It was like no time had passed. The only thing amiss was that I’d dreamed of Astra—her sweet innocent face looking at me in shock.
‘Alpha? Aren’t you coming home?’
I tossed and turned all night, her words echoing in my head until I woke up damp with sweat.
“Would you like to take the semester off?” Sawyer asked, pulling me from my thoughts as he stepped out of the shower, steam filtering out through his back.
I shook my head. “No. I’m ready to go back.”
There was a knock on the door, and he wrapped the towel around his waist as water dripped down the V marks on his abs.
Good lord, this man was yummy.
I popped into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and when I came out there was a tray of breakfast on the bed. A single pink rose sat in a vase, and there was a white scroll tied to the rose with ribbon.
I looked up at him and he looked nervous. “Letter for you.”
I grinned, imagining him writing it while I was brushing my teeth. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the food for a wedding ring. He still hadn’t asked me. Would he do it like this? Intimate and low key?
My stomach flipped over with nerves as I peeled off the paper and read the note.
