28. Kaycia
Chapter 28
Kaycia
W hen Shane begins to rub his soapy hands over me, I can’t help but let a little moan escape. His palm skates between my breasts, down my belly, and stops just above the apex of my thighs before returning on its path upwards. I arch my back, pressing my ass into his hard length, encouraging him to explore. In response, he chuckles against my neck and denies me.
On a second pass, he cups my breast, nipping at the side of my neck as he teases me, then slides his hand down between my legs. His other arm wraps around me, holding me tight as he wraps his palm around my throat and tilts my head back. “You heard what I said earlier. Words mean things to wolves, Kaycia.”
“Yes,” I mumble, trying to focus on his rough whisper while he slides two fingers into me.
“You’re mine, baby girl. I don’t want anyone else. Is that what you want, too?” He begins to press the heel of his palm against my clit so I can’t help but writhe against him.
“Yes. I want you. Just you,” I whimper, riding his fingers to ease the ache between my thighs.
“Then tell me.”
“I’m yours, Shane.” My muscles are coiled tight, my release so close I groan the words. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.
“Mine.” His voice is ragged as he holds me against him and nips at my throat, his fingers speeding up. “Now, come for me, Kaycia.”
I shatter around him, crying out as I come while he grips my throat gently and holds me tight. My legs are weak and shaky as he slides his hand from between them, running his palm over my hot skin as the shower steams up the small space.
“That’s my girl,” Shane murmurs as he nuzzles my neck. When he turns me to face him, he slants his mouth over mine, gripping my ass and holding me against him for a moment before he turns the shower off. “Now, let’s get out of here so I can fuck you properly.”
With a breathless giggle, I step onto the fluffy bathmat and Shane wraps a thick towel around me, pulling a second one from the cabinet over the toilet to use on himself, but it’s not long before we’re standing in the dissipating steam, arms wrapped around one another as we kiss with towels in a forgotten heap on the floor. When Shane drags his fingers over me, he mutters, “ Fuck , you’re dripping for me,” igniting my core once more. “Let me go grab a condom.”
Snagging his arm, I pull him back and explain, “I have an IUD, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year besides you. I’ve tested negative for everything. If you’ve tested, you don’t need one. I just wasn’t going to tell you that if this was a one-night thing.”
“Shifters are immune to human infections, plus it’s been a while for me, too.” His eyes are dark with his arousal, pupils blown in the dim, steamy room as he skims my naked body, running a thumb over my lower lip. “Turn around.” Shane spins me so I face the mirror over the sink, my hands gripping either side of the basin. My eyes are wild in the reflection, my desire evident in my flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “Look,” he murmurs, turning my head with a gentle grip, so I can see the full-length mirror mounted on the door of what I assume is a closet. “You wanted me to fuck you in the bathroom that first night. Is it because you wanted to watch?”
“Yes,” I whisper, shocking myself that I’m admitting my desires out loud, and gasping as he grips himself to run the tip of his cock through my wetness.
“Tell me what you want.” Shane’s voice is gravelly behind me.
“I want to watch you fuck me. I want to be dripping with you after you finish.”
“Fucking hell, I’ll give you whatever you want, Kaycia,” Shane replies. He slides his palm up my spine, then pushes me forward so I lean over the sink. “Hang on, baby girl.” His voice is harsh with need as I watch the reflection of him gripping my hip and sliding into me with one rough stroke.
Our combined gasps echo in my ears as he slides his hand up my body, caressing the sides of my waist, then tangling in my hair while he uses the other to hold my hip. He isn’t gentle, but I can tell he’s still holding back. Watching his muscles tense while he takes me makes me want to come undone at the sight of our joining.
“Harder, Shane,” I moan, bracing myself with a hand on the backsplash. I want him to let go completely, to show me who he truly is. “Please, don’t hold back.”
The hand he has in my hair slips free, circling my throat and pulling me upright while I grip the sink. His other hand snakes forward to rub my clit and the change in angle is delicious, forcing me to cry out with pleasure as he grows wilder with his thrusts. As I watch in the mirror his eyes glow golden as he claims me, nuzzling his face against my throat and breathing in my scent. I tumble over the edge again as I watch our reflection, a guttural moan falling from my lips. If it weren’t for the way he’s holding me tight against him, I fear my legs would give out.
“You’re mine,” Shane groans with a final thrust as he reaches his own climax. “Mine,” he whispers into my hair, breaths ragged and wistful as he repeats the word to himself.
“And you’re mine,” I softly reply, placing my hand over his where it still gently circles my throat.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kaycia.” His words bring a darker flush to my skin as he pulls out of me and lets me lean forward against the counter. Stroking his long fingers over my swollen core, he smirks at me in our reflection in the mirror. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks, bringing my attention to our combined release coating between my legs and inner thighs.
A little moan escapes me before I breathe, “Yes.” Nothing Shane’s done makes me doubt myself, but hesitation rises in my mind anyway. Meeting his eyes in the mirror in front of us I wonder aloud, “Is that weird?”
“No.” He plants a kiss on my shoulder. “Nothing that brings you pleasure is weird to me. I told you; I’ll give you whatever you want. And this is hot as fuck.” He slides over me once more, grinning against my bare skin as his fingers scramble my thoughts and crush my self-doubt. “Whoever made you think otherwise is an idiot. Let’s get cleaned up and go sit by the fire. I want to give you a break before round two.”
I shiver with anticipation and catch my breath while he reaches for our towels.
* * *
W e spend the rest of the evening, and deep into the night, sitting around the fire pit and pointing out the different stars while sipping our drinks—whiskey for him, wine for me—and burning marshmallows over the flames.
“So, now that everything is out in the open, tell me about your family and where you’re from,” I prod after a particularly burnt marshmallow. “If you want,” I amend when he looks pained at my request.
“I grew up in a cabin in the mountains. More remote than this, but the house was bigger. The pack surrounded us on the land in smaller ones. Each wolf territory is similar, the entire pack is like family, whether you share blood or not.” His voice is strained, and his eyes are misty with remembrance.
“You miss having people around you, don’t you?”
“There are people everywhere in the city. I’m never alone.” His eyes flash gold with his sarcasm, reflecting the firelight.
“You know what I mean. Your people. People who know you. Not strangers on the street.”
“It was hard, really hard, for a while. I happened to run into Raquel one day and we got to talking bikes. Her hackles were up immediately since she smelled that I was a predator, but she warmed up quick. Then she introduced me to Max, and later, Jamila. They’re my pack now, I guess.”
“And me.”
“And you,” he replies, reaching across the narrow gap between our chairs to take my hand. “I’m glad you hit me in the face with your canvas. It gave me the excuse I needed to talk to you.”
“Ha!” I laugh. “You make it sound like I planned that.”
“Oh, you didn’t? What about the air conditioner?”
“I’m not that sneaky. It took you long enough though, I don’t know why you thought you needed an excuse. I’d been drooling over you since I moved in,” I tease, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Oh, yeah? Just too old-fashioned to ask me out yourself?” Shane tugs on my hand, drawing me out of my seat and into his lap.
“Too shy, maybe? Too focused on my own shit and getting settled in the city. I’m sure I would have gotten up the nerve eventually.” With a smile, I press a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, then finally his lips.
“Your turn,” he mutters against my mouth when I pull back slightly.
“My turn?”
“Tell me about where you’re from, not just the overview you rattle off when everyone asks.”
“Not much to tell.”
Shane gives me a look that tells me he doesn’t buy it.
“I mean it! I don’t have a secret fanged and fluffy side, everything is pretty much out in the open already. Small-town girl, went to college close by, got a boring job, lived in a boring apartment in the suburbs, dated boring men. I did everything I was told I was supposed to do.” Bitterness coats my words, even if a pang of homesickness weaves through my chest.
“Am I just another way to shed your boring past?”
“What?” I pull away sharply, but he laughs in response at what I assume is the shock on my face.
“I’m joking, Kaycia.”
“Well, you’re certainly not boring, in any sense of the word.” Relieved, I sink against him, resting my head on his shoulder as we stare at the charred wood and red and orange coals in the firepit.
“Did one of those boring men make you think you couldn’t ask for what you wanted?”
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier, you asked me if I thought you were weird for telling me what turns you on.” He nuzzles my throat, missing the deep blush that coats my cheeks at the memory.
“Oh. No. I mean, maybe? One of my exes never really wanted to try anything new. He expected me to worship him and that I would bow to him at the altar of matrimony and motherhood. He was sorely mistaken. I got sick of his shit and broke up with him. That was a long time ago.”
I’m so thankful I didn’t listen to my mother’s encouragement to settle down. I would have been miserable.
“Good. You deserve to be the one who’s worshipped and satisfied.”
I blush, wondering if my cheeks can get any hotter than they are at this point. “I haven’t been comfortable enough with other guys to tell them what I like.”
The heat spreads to my belly when he runs his hand up my thigh and nips my throat. “I’m glad you’re comfortable with me.” When I huff a little laugh in response, he holds me close, turning my face so I have to look into his eyes. “I mean it, I’ll give you whatever you want, Kaycia.”
After a long kiss, he adds, “I’m glad you came to Argent and ended up next door. Even if I’m sorry about the danger that being with me brings to your life.”
“I am, too. I knew it was the right choice for me, even when it was hard. You’re the right choice, too. I’m not going anywhere, Shane.”
Relaxed, I press my forehead against Shane’s for a moment, breathing him in while the fire burns low and the crickets and frogs sing us a symphony.