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My bo staff slammed into King’s with enough force to make my bones rattle and spine jar.

If the staff hadn’t been specially made for supernaturals, it would’ve splintered at the first hit.

But even the bite of pain at the contact wasn’t enough.

It felt like I’d need someone to slice me open and remove an organ to put a dent in the anger and frustration swirling through me at the moment.

And if I was honest, the frustration had a distinctively sexual undercurrent.

As if just admitting that had conjured her out of nothing, a hint of Wren’s scent teased my nose. I didn’t even avert my gaze, but it was enough of a distraction that my guard slipped for just a second. King’s bo smacked me right across the face.

“Fucking hell,” I snarled, cupping my nose.

“Shit,” King muttered. “Is it broken?”

“Yes,” I barked, but the word was slightly muffled. I grabbed my nose and snapped it back into place, cursing up a blue streak.

King leaned against his bo staff, studying me. “Not like you to drop your guard.”

“Shouldn’t you be apologizing for breaking my fucking nose?”

He shrugged like the asshole didn’t have a care in the world. “You dropped your guard.”

I let out a snarl, putting my bo back on the rack and grabbing my water to wash down the taste of blood in the back of my throat.

“It’s almost like something distracted you,” King said.

“Fucking wildflowers and rain,” I muttered under my breath. The problem was, we were shifters, so King damn well heard every word I said.

A grin spread across his face. “I knew it. You’re so gone for her.”

“I am not,” I snapped.

King’s lips twitched. “Keep telling yourself that. Your nose says otherwise.”

“Bugger off,” I clipped, flipping King the bird as I stalked out of the gym.

“You don’t have the adorable accent to pull that off,” he called after me.

Whatever.

I stalked down the hallway, not even realizing what my wolf was doing until it was too late.

Following Wren’s scent. By the time I figured it out, I was at the edge of the guestroom that belonged to her.

She still had most of her belongings down here.

We all needed a space that was ours alone, just like we needed somewhere that was ours to come together.

The only problem was that I could hear water running in Wren’s room.

But that didn’t stop me. My wolf had the reins now, and he wanted his little kitten. The one with the wildflowers-and-rain scent. I pushed her door open and headed for the bathroom.

Wren was everywhere here. It was like her scent was burned into the floor, the furniture, the air itself.

But none of that was anything compared to what I saw when I reached the bathroom door.

It wasn’t open wide, just cracked four or five inches.

But through the sliver, I saw a massive mirror that reflected the shower.

Gods, she was the kind of beauty I’d never seen before.

All tan skin, slick with water. Honed muscle and endless curves. Her head tipped back, exposing her throat as the stream surrounded her, and the spray doused her mahogany hair.

Water sluiced down her body in rivulets I wanted to trace with my tongue. Her back arched, her nipples pebbled, and that’s when I saw her hand.

Those clever fingers darted between her thighs. Her mouth fell open as she sucked in a breath, her cheeks pinking.

Fuck me.

My dick stiffened, pressing against the cotton of my boxer briefs. Even my damn cock was battling to get to her.

Wren’s eyes opened, her head tipping back down, and those eyes sparked silver as they caught my gaze in the mirror. She froze.

“Don’t stop on my account, Kitten. I’m rather enjoying the show.”

More silver fire, spurred on by anger mixing with the heat. “Is that so?”

“Tell me how that pussy feels.”

Defiance lit her gaze. “You’re the pussy expert. Shouldn’t you tell me?”

Little minx. My palm twitched, wanting to bend her over my knee and spank that pert, perfect ass. “Looks to me like you were struggling to make yourself come.”

“You could always lend a hand,” Wren shot back with a smirk.

“Hand between those thighs, Kitten.”

Her lips parted, her nipples pebbling. Interesting. My mate liked to be ordered around.

“Ask nicely,” she gritted out.

“Please, Kitten,” I said, dropping my voice to a husky rasp. “Slide two fingers into that warm, tight cunt and tell me how good it feels.”

Wren whispered a curse but did as I asked, those fingers disappearing inside her—somewhere I desperately wanted to be.

“Tell me,” I growled.

Her fingers began gliding in and out, her breaths coming quicker. “Good. But not as good as if it were your fingers.”

Damn her. She knew how to torture a man. And enjoyed it, given the little smirk on her lips.

“Palm your breast with your other hand and trace your nipple. Make it hard enough to cut glass.”

Wren’s hand lifted, and she cupped her perfect tit, fingers gliding over the wet skin.

“That’s a good girl. So obedient.”

Those blue eyes turned silver again, reminding me that my kitten had claws.

“Add a third finger,” I ordered.

She hesitated, trying to decide whether she wanted to play my game.

“Come on. It’ll feel so good. Not as good as when I’m stretching you, but you’ll have to take what you can get.”

Pure liquid fire shot at me through the mirror as Wren’s gaze hit white-hot fury. Then she smiled. I should’ve wondered why, but like an idiot, I didn’t.

She lowered herself to the bench in the shower and spread her legs wide. “I think I’d rather play with my clit awhile if it’s all the same to you.”

A million curses spilled free as Wren showed me everything I wanted but couldn’t have. And I stood frozen, locked in her thrall as she stroked herself with one hand and fucked herself with the other.

Her moans were pleasure and pain, the worst kind of torture, and I deserved every ounce. Wren’s chest heaved as her thighs began to shake, then her whole body convulsed, her pleasure evident in every micro expression.

She collapsed against the shower wall, heaving. “I gotta thank you, Cat Daddy. I haven’t come that hard on my own in quite a while.”

Another round of curses slipped free as I stalked out of the bathroom. I was the one who needed a shower now, but mine needed to be ice-cold.