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“Not for long,” he denies. “You’re claimed, let us file the paperwork and cut through the red tape.”

His fingers are sure and firm as he rolls them over my scalp, and I can feel my anxiety trickling away.

“You have Lyle on your side, Nina,” he reminds me. “I have a feeling he’s going to be making sure every ‘i’ is dotted and ‘t’ is crossed. It’s the kind of alpha and lawyer that he is. They have all been chomping at the bit to make sure we reunited. None of them are going to drop the ball now.”

His words make sense, and they help calm me as he rinses my hair. I’m drowsy as he washes my body, and then he leans me against the tile wall with a wicked grin.

“You need something to wake you up,” he says, just before he raises my leg over his shoulder and kisses my clit.

My small inhale of surprise makes him smile wider, and his tongue joins the party to roll over my growing arousal.

“Mmm. Honeysuckle first thing is exactly what I need,” he growls.

The sweetness intensifies as he eats me out, and my moans grow louder. Cooper thought I might be sore, but I’m not. This feels so good. I’m slicking all over his chin, and he pushes his tongue inside of me to eat it straight from the source.

The shower stall smells like honeysuckle, blood orange, and chocolate. I drop my head back and laugh as my body begs for more, pushing my thoughts into Ethan’s head so he doesn’t think I’m insane.

I can smell, and I think it may be because of the hot water working to clear my sinuses. Mmm. We smell good together.

“Fuck, we really do,” Ethan groans, hearing me through the bond. His fingers begin to fuck my pussy, and he gazes up at me as I begin to pant with need. “Come for me, baby. Take your time, just feel, and stop thinking.”

It’s not a secret that it can take me longer to come, but they’ve yet to complain. A gentle nip of teeth along my clit makes me gasp, though it’s effective. His tongue and mouth seal around my clit, driving me wild, and my hands slam against the wall as I keen.

There’s nothing else that exists except him. His fingers, the way they twist and curl to hit the secret spot inside of me that make my toes clench as my hips begin to move of their own accord.

I end up pushing up against his fingers so I’m fucking him back, and his tongue is pushing me closer to coming.

“Ethan,” I beg, my head thrashing against the wall. “Please, fuck, yes!”

His manly chuckle against my clit is the vibration I need as I come, slick flowing over his fingers.

“So pretty,” he groans.

“Now that she’s awake, maybe you can feed her too,” Cooper calls into the bathroom.

My legs feel like jello and I grin like a maniac as Ethan settles my feet onto the ground. I didn’t realize that he’d picked me up completely at one point. Fuck, he has a way of helping me clear my head.

Standing, he kisses me hard, ensuring that I taste myself.

“I have to finish showering, Dad. I’m going to give you the responsibility of feeding the temptress,” he teases.

Cooper opens the door with a towel already open in his hands.

“It’s not her fault you can’t control yourself,” he muses. “Out you go, Princess.”

Stepping out of the shower and into the towel he wraps around me, I allow him to guide me back to the bedroom as he dries me off.

“How bad is the snow?” I ask. I’m trying to figure out if I need to start rebuilding my armor.

How much time do I have before I have to stop being happy?

Cooper’s chest begins to vibrate as he kisses my temple before he pulls out clothes from a bag. Silas was right when he said I didn’t need anything. I think there’s at least seven days worth of clothing inside.

I just didn’t need any of it the last few days. Letting the towel drop, I watch as Cooper kneels in front of me with my panties.

“It’s lightened up a lot,” he says. I know he’s feral, but the way nothing else seems to matter when he’s speaking to me is a heady feeling. “You still have some time left, Nina.”

I nod as I step into my panties, watching as he drags it up my thighs. Cooper makes sure they’re not pinching my skin in any way before he picks up a pair of maroon fleece leggings. My mother would hate this color, but I think they’re fun.