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I sucked in a breath at the intensity blazing in Brix’s eyes and the warning there, but my hands didn’t drop from his chest as the water beat down on us.

“I’m the last thing you need, but it’s too late for you now. Now that I know what you taste like, the feeling of those fingers humming along my skin…” Brix rasped.

My eyes flared, and I felt the defiance filling them. “You’re exactly what I need.”

And I knew that was true. Because the universe and fates wouldn’t bond me to someone who didn’t balance me in some way. The same way I would balance them. We could find a wholeness together that we’d never be able to find apart.

Brix’s eyes flashed silver. “You don’t know what you’re playing with, Little Warrior.”

My gaze didn’t move from his. “I’m not scared of you. ”

Brix moved in a flash, his hands locking around my wrists and pinning them above my head. “You should be.”

My back and arms pressed against the tile, the coolness of the surface at war with my overheated skin. “Do your worst.”

Brix’s mouth met mine in a hard kiss. It was all demand and dominance, but I gave as good as I got. Our tongues dueled for supremacy, and I didn’t hold back my moan at the promise of all that was him.

The sound sent vibrations through us both, and Brix answered with a growl as he pressed his body to mine. His dick hardened against my belly, thick and long. The feel of it had wetness pooling between my thighs.

Brix tore his mouth from mine with a snarl. “I can smell you. Tell how much you want me, want this.”

My breaths came in ragged pants. “I do.”

One of Brix’s hands left my wrists and trailed down my arm, dipping to my neck. His fingers collared my throat, tightening for only a moment. “Tell me again.”

“I want you,” I rasped. “I want this.”

He released my neck, trailing lower, over my collarbone to my breast. He palmed it, his thumb circling my nipple. “So fucking perfect. Filling my hand, your pretty little nipple hardening at my touch, straining to get to me, wanting all my attention.”

Brix’s head dipped, and he pulled that bud into his mouth, sucking deeply. My back arched in response, a moan slipping free as more wetness gathered between my thighs. Brix’s teeth grazed my nipple as he released it.

“The sounds you make,” he ground out. “So perfect. Just like the rest of you.”

“Brix,” I breathed. “Please.”

“You begging? Could bring me to my knees.”

My breaths came quicker as his scent wrapped around me. All leather and spice.

He trailed his hand lower, his features hardening as he stopped just shy of the slash across my stomach. His other hand left my wrists, and he dropped to his knees. He gripped my hips, fingers digging in as his lips grazed the wound, featherlight. “This will never happen again. No one will ever touch you. Nobody will hurt you.”

My fingers sank into his hair, the silky strands heavy with water. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

It wasn’t a lie. The flesh had knitted even quicker than it usually did. I’d heard about this, too. How being in your mate’s—or mates’—vicinity could make you heal faster, but I’d never seen it happen before.

Brix’s hand moved then, his knuckles grazing my slit.

My back bowed again. “Brix.”

He slowly parted me. “Say it again.”

“Brix.”

Two fingers slid inside, and he cursed. “You feel like heaven. Wet. Tight. Mine.”

My mouth fell open as I struggled for breath. “It’s been a long time.” The truth was, my experience was more than limited. And none of it all that good.

A low growl left Brix’s throat. “Good.” Those fingers drove deeper as he leaned in, inhaling. “Fucking heaven.”

Brix’s tongue flashed out, lashing against my clit. I couldn’t hold back my cry. He circled that bundle of nerves, teasing and toying. My hips arched, seeking more pressure. Brix growled again, sending a wave of sensation crashing through me.

My walls fluttered around his fingers, and Brix tore his mouth away from me. “Not yet.”

My fingertips dug into his shoulders as I tried to hold back my orgasm. Brix stared up at me, his eyes pure silver now. His fingers circled inside me. “Need you ready, Little Warrior. Ready to take me. All of me.”

I sucked in a breath, my lips parting as I gave myself over to the delicious stretch. “Please,” I begged.

“My little wolf is greedy, just how I like her.” Brix’s fingers were gone, and then he was on his feet again. He lifted one of my legs, balancing it on the bench in the shower as his gaze collided with mine. “Tell me I can have you.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He didn’t wait. He slid into me with a force that was anything but gentle. It was rough and more than a little animalistic—like the man himself. But it was everything I needed.

My hips thrust into him, meeting each movement. Brix’s fingers slid into my hair as he took me, gripping tightly, just shy of the point of true pain. Between that and the girth of this man, my eyes began to water.

It was all too much—in the best way.

Brix cursed. “Taking me so beautifully. All of me. Like you were made for me.”

“Because I was,” I croaked. “Like you were made for me.”

My words snapped something in Brix. He picked up his speed, his thrusts getting wilder as my walls began to flutter.

“Tell me I can mark you,” Brix growled.

That only intensified the fluttering. It wouldn’t be a bond mark, but it was still a claiming—one that would fade with time. But while I wore it, the mark would tell the supernatural world that I belonged to someone. I craved that. Just like I craved marking him right back.

“Yes.” The word was just a whisper, but it was all Brix needed.

His canines lengthened and sank into the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. The moment his teeth met my skin, pleasure flooded me. My blood sang, and my nerve endings went haywire. I clamped down on Brix, and he let out a snarl I knew the rest of the house had to hear.

But I couldn’t find it in me to care. Brix sucked on my claiming mark, wringing out more and more pleasure, heightening every thrust and wave. And as the last of my orgasm faded, I knew that everything had changed.