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He growled at the slow scrape of the zipper over his bare, stiff shaft. Chanin fisted his hands at his side to keep himself from shoving one of Morlie’s hands into his pants and wrapping it around the steel, stretching impossibly longer still.

Her gasp came out loud and harsh and filled the room.

Staring at the top of her head, he couldn’t see her expression without leaning back.

But he knew what had shocked and arrested her attention—his dick.

Correction, his hard cock that had been freed from its strangled confinement and now curled up toward his abdomen.

He felt the heat of his flesh as the bulbous head brushed the bottom of his navel.

“Have no fear, mate. He doesn’t bite. I do.”

When her head popped up, he saw the confusion in her expression, and then the corners of her mouth made the sexiest twitching movement as she caught his humor.

He wanted to lick the corners of her mouth, but if he did that, he’d kiss her. If he kissed her, they may not make it into the shower. And he wanted to get the filth off his body before he pulled her into his arms.

“Sorry, it’s just... I’ve never... never um—” Morlie’s words faltered.

“Seen an aroused male before.” Chanin finished for her. He knew it wasn’t his nakedness because he’d shifted before her and carried her into his house without a stitch on.

However, he recalled how she’d made a Herculean effort to keep her gaze above his chest. Even though he was still thick when he wasn’t aroused, in repose, his dick was probably less threatening.

“Nope. Never.” She licked her lips and cast a furtive glance at his length, then back up at his face.

Chanin knew even if Morlie had seen a human man’s hard cock before; it would not have compared to that of shifters. The Great Spirit didn’t just make them large in body.

With a cocksure smile, he told her, “Look your fill, little bunny. He’s all yours and will be buried inside your sweet pussy real soon.”

Morlie lowered her gaze again, taking him all in and studying him like she expected to sketch it later.

“Pants, beautiful.” He didn’t want his female to forget what she was supposed to be doing.

“Oh... that’s right.” She cleared her throat before she gripped the sides of his jeans that she had initially parked at his thighs and shoved the denim the rest of the way down his legs.

Lifting one foot, then the other, he stepped out of the leg holes and kicked his pants away. “Now you.”

When Morlie rose to her feet before him, she reached for the hem of her midi top, the fabric that clung to her breasts showcasing the sharp points of her distinct nipples.

The sight of the plump tips pressing into the fabric had driven him crazy every time he saw her.

He could not help but recall the feel of them on his tongue or the erotic taste of her skin as he drew on them.

And the knowledge that her breasts were a prime erogenous zone for her made him harden even more. The need to see her come apart before him again was maddening.

“No. I’ll handle it.” He stayed her hands.

When her hands fell away, he did what he’d been yearning to do since he first caught sight of Morlie sashaying through the dragon territory with her sister.

He lifted a hand, placed his index finger at the scoop of the collar, and let one sharp claw extend.

Staring into her eyes, he drew his hand down, torturously slow.

The shearing sound of the cotton fabric being sliced apart was music to his ears.

Holding her gaze, he could see the concern and shock shadow her eyes, but he paid more attention to the short, rapid breaths coming out of her parted lips. The danger of the situation turned her on. Seeing her response sent electric heat from his gut through his cock.

If she moved a half inch, even took a breath too deep, the knife-like tip of his nail would cut her, part her flesh, and make her bleed.

However, there wasn’t any way that happened because he was too controlled for such a neophyte accident.

It was new pups and new shifters who had problems controlling their strength.

But whether someone thought he was confident or cocky as hell, his precision was too exact to make a mistake.

Hell, he was the fucking Alpha of the Omega Pack, and he had not gotten that position by nepotism. He’d damn well earned it the hard way.

He didn’t stop until her top and skirt split in half and then fluttered to the tile floor around her feet.

Holy fucking hell . Those three words exploded in his mind as he got his first look at Morlie’s bare frame.

Yes, he’d seen her ass, sex, and breasts in the woods when he’d taken the time to please her and coat himself in her scent, but seeing her naked now was heart-stopping.

Heat seared his blood, and every muscle in his body contracted as he took every inch of her in.

She was breathtaking, with a rich caramel-brown tone to her skin from the dark tips of her nipples to her sexy legs.

Morlie’s body was slight in frame and stature, and her beautiful breasts were full, pert but not big.

Her waist was narrow, more pronounced because he knew she had been ill for so long.

But it just made the prominence of her wide, round hips more beguiling.

Her hips were the perfect accompaniment to her firm, plump ass—a part of her he loved only second to her sex.

The trimmed short hairs, similar to the shade on her head, glistened with her need.

However, he didn’t need to see the shine on the hairs shading her pussy to know she wanted him.

Her scent permeated his house, tracing their steps from the front door to where they stood now, and it was getting stronger by the second.

Her saccharine musk filled his nostrils, and if he licked his lips, he was sure he’d taste her on them.

But he’d wait because he enjoyed drinking that sweetness directly from the well.

“Chanin...”

“I got you.” Taking her hand, he led her into the walk-in shower. The glass door was already open as if even that space hungered for her.

Shit, it was like his entire house and life had been empty and waiting for Morlie to come fill it. No other female made him feel both ravenous and full at the same time, and he hadn’t even had sex with her yet.

His craving for her was a dichotomy of urges and needs.

He wanted to fuck her hard until he was imprinted on the original organism of her soul and loved her so slowly there; he knew the taste of her, from the saltiness in the arch of her feet to the tangy sweat that coated her scalp.

He needed to be a part of her to the point his shaft pressed so deep inside of her they fused, and her maddened pleasure ripped the skin from his back and imbedded him under her nails so when she touched something, he was there, too.

Yes, his desire for her made him insane.

Once they were in the shower, he turned the dial to allow the water to rain down on them from the dome head above.

“Aww,” she arched into him at the first cold spray of her hot flesh.

“It will warm soon.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes and allowed the water to run over her flesh, which appeared like rivers of chocolate colored by her skin.

Chanin bent his head and licked a stream that ran over her collarbone before he backed away.

She shivered, then sighed.

He wanted to hear her make that slight lust-filled sound a million times over. He kissed her temple before he turned and grabbed the bar of soap from the dish made into the wall. “Bathe me.”

When she opened her eyes, her lashes were dark, causing wet spikes to surround her eyes as she gazed up at him.

Morlie glanced down, took the soap from his hand, and began to rub it and build a lather beneath the spray. “I’ve never washed a man before. Even when my father was sick, it was Kai who dragged cool cloths over his body to bring down his fever.”

Chanin placed that bit of information into his memory.

Later, he’d question her. Right now, he didn’t want anything else, no bad or good memories or thoughts of others to fill this time, only them.

There was so much he didn’t know about Morlie and her life.

He not only wanted her to discover her body but her mind.

He stood and waited.

Still holding the soap, she lifted her other hand and reached for his face first. Her delicate fingers made circles over his cheek, then smoothed over his forehead and to the other cheek. They slid across his nose and up the bridge.

Chanin watched her. He loved her intense focus, even on something mundane and small.

He’d never had someone wash his face since he was a small child, and his mother had done it.

“Close your eyes, Chanin,” she whispered.

Following her soft request, he lowered his eyes.

This was him giving her his trust, and he hoped she understood that.

As an Alpha, he was always on guard; if he could manage to sleep with one eye open, he would.

But standing before his mate, so small and humanly frail, he gave her his trust. Granted, his hearing was so acute he could catch the sound if someone opened his front door, even with the water rushing hard in the stall.

But he’d let her be his eyes in the moment.

Her thumb swiped over his eyelids and scrubbed his eyebrows before she traveled down the side of his face and did the same to his beard. She cleansed his jawline, chin, and neck.

“Tip your head back and rinse.”

Warm water ran over his face as he leaned back, carrying the soap away.

He became aware of the patting of her narrow feet on the wet flooring and the sound of the fresh-scented bar returning to the dish.

Moments later, he felt her hands gliding over his shoulders.

She brushed his long hair aside to have access to all his back.

When both Morlie’s hands descended along his spine, he inhaled deeply.