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Her touch was too good. He loved having her hands on him.

The fact he would be enjoying her touch for the rest of his life did something to him.

In Morlie’s world, they would have stood at an altar before a minister who would have declared them husband and wife, but with his kind, only two actions made her his forever: his presenting her before his pack and his bite.

Tonight, he’d do it.

His wolf growled inside of him. And Chanin knew why. He understood what the beast wanted and needed to make its claim. But the wolf would have to wait; nothing could be done right now.

Morlie paused periodically, adding more soap to her hand or rubbing the bar directly on his skin. However, when she got to his ass, she hesitated before she caressed both globes.

He smiled. He’d been aware of what she was doing by staring into his face.

She was trying to bolster her courage and avoid the more erogenous of zones—his cock.

He’d allowed it because he knew she needed a little time to become comfortable with him, but his patience was stretched thin, and he needed her more with each passing second.

“If you get on your knees, I can wash your hair.”

He chuckled. Twisting his upper body, he grabbed Morlie by the waist and brought her back in front of him.

“Ah! Chanin...what are you doing?”

“My hair is fine, mate. Other areas still need cleaning.” He snatched up the bar, and with firm swipes, he rubbed it over his wet torso and groin—left, right, and down. “Get to work, beautiful.”

She exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes, but he caught the smile on her full lips. Lips that he couldn’t wait to kiss and fuck.

Morlie quickly turned the soap streaks into cleansing bubbles. Moving efficiently, she went up, up, up over his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his hands. Then she placed her hands on his chest and used wide circles over his pecs.

He flexed the muscles beneath her palms, and she laughed.

Right then, Chanin decided to make her laugh and smile every day. When she brushed over his nipples, he groaned.

She glanced up into his eyes, but he didn’t hide the heat there. He wanted Morlie to see how much he desired her.

Then her hands slipped lower, lower, lower. As if she didn’t want to give herself time enough to think about where she was going, what she would be touching next as she glided them over the ridges of his abs, she didn’t stop until she was holding his hard cock in her hand.

Her gaze was locked on his length as she held it.

The longer she stared at it and kept her fingers wrapped around the base of his length, the harder his fucking dick got. Chanin didn’t even think it was possible for him to get any stiffer, but it did. His balls felt tight and heavy, aching for release.

The shower water streamed over him, forcing the suds carrying his enemy’s filth down the drain.

His heart pounded, and blood rushed into his ears, muting the world briefly. As focused as Morlie was on his cock, he was fixated on her.

“You’re going to need two hands, little bunny,” his voice was low and husky as he fought against all his instinct to pick her up and slam her into the wall and drive into her until they were both quaking with satisfaction.

He guided her other hand, resting on his hip, below his dick, to let her cup his sac.

When she started to squeeze, he growled, “Gentle here.” He patted the one holding his balls. “But as firm as you want here. Like this.” He gripped her hand on his shaft, squeezed it around his length, and then dragged it up before sliding it down.

Once she caught the rhythm, he let her go. He balled his hands tight and pressed his knuckles into the wall behind her. If he didn’t keep his hands away, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He started off watching her, seeing her deft hands in action as she discovered every inch of his cock. When it became too much, and the sight of her holding him burned into his brain, he shut his eyes tight, thinking he could take deep breaths and keep himself under control.

The fuck if he could. His little wily bunny must have realized how her slick touch was affecting him because she released his balls and took hold of his dick with both hands. She began to pump and squeeze his length from base to tip.

Beads of precum began to run out as his red-hot desire grew and grew. If he didn’t stop her, he’d give her another lesson about the male anatomy really soon.

“Morlie...mate, you should—fuck!” The word exploded from him when his fascinated minx swiped over the sensitive tip, glossing his crown with his juices.

He exploded into action when he glanced down and saw her lift her thumb to her mouth and taste him.

He gripped her by the back of the neck and pulled her forward, slamming her body against his under the spray.

His mouth captured hers, and he feasted on her.

There was nothing gentle about his kiss as he drove his tongue inside her, and his lips parted in shock.

The shock from his actions, shock from his unbridled passion, he didn’t know, and truthfully didn’t care as long as he got some part of him inside of her.

She gripped his waist and yielded to him.

The taste of her mouth, feeling her tongue duel with his as he drove in and out, spiked his hunger for her like the steam clouds bellowed up around them, his desire for her rose hot and high.

He needed more, needed to touch what he’d been denying himself for too long.

Chanin brought his other hand to her breasts.

He palmed it, feeling the hot water running over her perfect, ripe tits.

Her nipples were taut spikes in his palm as he squeezed her.

She moaned and pushed into his hand.

He growled into her mouth as he licked along the inside of her lips, then drew her plump bottom lip into his mouth.

Sucking on it, he felt her short pants flutter across his mouth before he sealed them together.

He couldn’t stop kissing her for more than a second or two, he enjoyed her taste that much.

Touching her breasts pleased him, but he needed to feel her at the place he wanted the most. As he slid his hand down her belly, he felt her quiver beneath his touch, but he continued until his fingers slid between her slick lips. He located her clit and stroked the hard bud.

Morlie rocked her hips into his hand, chasing her pleasure.

He slipped down until he reached her pussy’s center. She was so wet that she practically dripped on the floor, where the water swirled at their feet. He pressed a finger inside of her, forcing her tight walls to yield and take him in.

Her whimper filled his mouth as she tried to arch away from him, away from his invasion. But he held her close, refusing to let her escape from the lust blazing inside of them and seizing them both in passion.

When his first finger reached its destination, he traveled as far as it could and pulled out. Using her wetness against her, he worked in a second finger, stretching her.

Morlie’s pussy was so fucking tight; if he didn’t loosen her up, he’d rip her. Yes, he wanted to give her pain, but not the kind that would injure her and make her afraid of the intimacy between them.

Her hands gripped his sides hard. He accepted the minute pinch for what it was: her need to find purchase, to ground herself. Chanin wanted to be that for her, a port in her storm of pleasure.

Again and again, he glided his fingers into her until she relaxed around them. He used his thumb to caress and circle her clit. No longer was she fighting against his fondling but thrusting with his movements, following the rhythm he set like a soldier on a mission.

His kiss deepened as his hand tightened behind her head. He pulled her closer, higher, as his lust raged. His beast was roaring and nipping at his core.

Damn, he wanted her . His wolf wasn’t the only one raging to mate with her. The longer he kissed her and touched her, the harder it became for him not to take her and make her his. Right now, he was more beast than man. Chanin felt the burn in his hand gripping her neck as his nails elongated.

She was up on her toes, literally balanced and hovering on the precipice of ecstasy. And then her walls clamped around his fingers, and her body began to shake.

Finally, the damn broke, and Morlie screamed around his tongue as he drove it deep into her mouth while his fingers continued to push into the depth of the supple slick haven of her pussy.

He continued to stroke her until only a few tremors remained.

Chanin pulled his mouth away and stared at the rapturous glow of his mate’s face.

Her lips were swollen and wet from his kiss and water pellets.

She stared up at him as he released her neck, but her pupils were blown, and her eyes had yet to focus.

Now that he no longer held her high, she rocked back down to her heels.

When her knees began to buckle, he slipped his hand from between her thighs and wrapped a steadying arm around her waist.

Reaching out, he turned off the shower. The room quieted, and only the sound of their harsh breathing remained in the humid steam-filled air.

“I need you, little bunny. Tell me you're ready. Say you want me.” His words were commanding, but trepidation dragged over his heart like a wayward ribbon floating in the breeze.

He knew Morlie desired him, and if he pressed any barriers she may have in place, she would falter because he knew how to make her body desire him.

But he wanted not only her consent but her complete acceptance of them . Them as mates. Them as a united force.

This would be her only chance to deny him, turn him away.

His beast snapped at him. He disagreed with Chanin, offering her a choice. The wolf was a hundred percent animal, and that animal’s operations were guided by id—no reasoning, only driven by its base needs. However, he ignored the wolf for now.

“I want you, Chanin.” She rested a hand over his heart. “I’m ready.”

That was all he needed. He scooped Morlie into his arms and marched out of the stall with clouds of steam trailing in their wake.

“Towel?”

“Oh, no, little bunny. I plan to lick every droplet from your sexy body until you're begging me to fuck you.”

She looped her arms around his neck as he carried her from the bathroom. “Well, I hope I get to do the same to you.”

Fuck no.

Yes . His wolf panted.

Chanin knew if he felt Morlie’s delicate tongue sliding over his body, he would not last. It had been hard enough with her hands on his dick.

When he came, he wanted to be seated so deep inside her pussy his release would paint the walls of her womb in hieroglyphic words of passion.

A message only he could translate again and again.