Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
As soon as he entered his office, my scent hit him hard.
I knew it even before he said a word. Anger, humiliation, and hurt mixed, and I’d let it pour out of me.
He’d done that to me with his careless words, and from the look on his face, Kellen didn’t know how to fix it.
Standing under the warm spray, I heard the knob turn.
He had his pants and briefs removed by the time he entered the steamy room. The glass enclosure was no barrier between us. I made a startled little gasp when he pulled the door open. “What are you doing in here?” I asked, green eyes moist from my silent tears.
“I’m sorry. Goddess, I’m sorry I fucking hurt you. I’m an asshole of the king of asses.” Kellen pulled me away from the spraying water.
I pushed the wet hair out of my face. “Yes, you are,” I agreed.
Kellen tracked the soap running down the front of my body, watching my nipples bead up before his eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re in the doghouse.” I raked my nails over his chest.
“Woof,” he barked. Happy to see me smile.
“You hurt me.” My smile disappeared.
He pulled me into his arms, forgetting the fact that his body demanded relief. “I know, and for that I’m sorry. I never meant to do that. Sometimes I speak without thinking.”
I nodded against him. “You’re male. I think it’s a flaw of all your kind.”
He felt me smile against him, but my scent was still tinged with the acrid smell of hurt. “Let me make it up to you.” He smoothed his hands in a circular motion down my back.
I snorted. “With sex?”
Kellen pulled back. “No, baby. If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t.
It’ll kill me, but I’ll leave you to your shower, but I meant by showing you through actions.
I will mess up, but I will always, no matter what, apologize if I’m wrong and make amends to those that I’ve wronged.
If they choose not to accept my apology.
” Kellen shrugged. “That is on them. I can’t fix stupid. ”
I smiled as I pinched his side. “I love you, even though you are sometimes an ass.” I raised up to press a kiss to his lips.
Before I could say another word, he maneuvered us, so my back pressed against the tile wall.
His mouth covered my sassy one. My quick exhale was taken in by him, and then we didn’t need any other words.
Kellen let his palms roam my wet curves. The soap allowed his hands to slide over every inch of my body. Using his knee, he motioned for me to spread my legs farther, which I quickly complied with.
“Sweetheart, you do know I’ll only tolerate name-calling for a short time, right?” He bent and bit into his mark on my shoulder, loving the uncontrollable shudder that wracked my frame.
“Then what happens?” I wrapped my arms around him.
My breathless words had him ready to fuck and fuck hard. So, not a dominant male thing to do. Well, not one that was in charge. He put a little space between our bodies, his hands finding mine.
“I think I need to remind you who’s in control here.” Kellen pulled my arms above my head. “You think you’re in charge, little girl?” He asked as water rained down on our sides.
I shook my head. “Words, Lake,” he growled.
“No,” I stuttered.
His inner beast wasn’t sure he believed me.
“Keep your arms above your head. If you move one inch that I didn’t tell you to, I’ll stop.
If I stop, you’ll be punished.” My sweet perfume filled the small space.
He licked his lips but resisted the urge to drop to his knees and taste how sweet I was.
Instead, he grabbed the body wash off the shelf and poured a generous portion into his palm.
After he rubbed his hands together, he started on my hands, then my shoulders, and worked his way down my arms, being sure to clean every inch.
Repeating the process with my chest, but skipping over the little buds of my nipples, even though he could see I really wanted him to touch me there.
Pouring more of the scented soap into his palm, he knelt in front of me and worked his hands over my stomach and down my thighs. It nearly killed him to be so close to my pussy and not lean in and lick.
“Lift your foot,” he ordered, placing my right foot on his thigh as he cleaned between each toe.
I giggled. “That tickles.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He tapped my other leg, indicating I allow him to do the same with the left foot. After he cleaned my front thoroughly, he looked up the expanse of my body, making a spinning motion with his finger.
“Turn around. I need to make sure your back is clean.” He expected me to argue. I pleasantly surprised him when I inhaled and then shimmied around in the small space, presenting him with my perfect heart-shaped ass. Damn, he loved my fine ass.
“Pour some soap in my hand.” His words sounded more growl than he’d planned, but I quickly upended the bottle in his palm.
Kellen worked his way from my feet to the apex between my thighs, tracing his fingers between the crevice of my ass. I tensed, looking over my shoulder. “Kellen?”
“I’m not going to take you here.” His finger brushed against my back hole. “Not now, but I will claim you in every way imaginable. Make no mistake, Mon Chaton, you will accept me everywhere.”
“I know.” My easy acceptance had him rising to his feet. I’d turned to face the tiles, my arms above my head.
“Do you now?” He asked. His cock was so hard, he worried the poor thing was going to burst.
The little minx blinked back at him over my shoulder. “Well, I mean, unless of course you choose not to. Which would be a shame, since I’ve been preparing myself for just that occasion these last two years.”
Red. He saw red. “What the ever-loving fuck do you mean, preparing yourself?” His fingers gripped my hair.
My green eyes sparkled. “Not by taking other men up the ass, but you know, there are other ways…to you know…practice.”
Images of me working a dildo up my own ass had his cock jerking against me. “Are you saying you’ve fucked your own ass, Laikyn?”
I tried to break eye contact with him, but he gripped my chin. “Don’t turn away from me.”
“I ached for you and knew it was something you’d like.”
He took a deep breath, trying to rein himself in. “You are trying to kill me.” He slid his hands around, cupping my breasts while he kissed his mating mark.
“That would not be in my favor.” I rubbed my ass against his straining erection.
Kellen bent, allowing his dick to run back and forth between my legs. “Such a smart woman.”
“You going to torment me all night, or you gonna do something with that pole between your legs?” My words ended on a grunt as Kellen shifted and pushed up into me.
“Fuck, so tight,” Kellen groaned.
I braced my hands on the cool tile, enjoying the feel of having Kellen finally filling me. Goddess, the man had tortured me with his hands. I moaned as he pulled out, swearing I could feel every vein and bump on his dick.
“I’m going to make you beg before I let you come.” He powered into me from behind.
I had no doubt whatsoever that he would and could do it, too. The question was who would come first? I squeezed my inner muscles around him, making him groan.
“Such a bad little wolf,” he growled.
Unable to say anything else, he quickly powered into me with more force, hard and fast, slow and easy, alternating his strokes, never letting me get used to what he was going to do.
But each time was more delicious than the last. I kept my hands on the wall, taking everything he gave me, loving him.
Giving him control of my body was like free-falling, a chance at freedom that I didn’t know I needed until that moment.
His hands tweaked my nipples, then his right hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs. His fingers smoothed over my mound, making me buck, and then gripped my clit between two firm digits, toying with me.
“Oh, yes, harder.” It was such sweet torment. It was hard to hold myself up on my hands. I dropped to my elbows. The tile was cool on my forehead as I rested against it.
“You’d better brace yourself,” Kellen whispered.
His fingers circled my clit again and again, pinching and toying with it. Just when I was on the verge of coming, he’d stop, to my utter dismay. I tried to ride his cock, rocking back against him, squeezing his dick each time he pushed back inside me.
Kellen twisted my nipple, hard, doing the same with my clit.
“You think to control our fucking?” My wolf snarled until he bit down on his mark, our connection getting stronger with each moment that passed.
He pulled me back flush to his chest, his cock pistoning in and out of me with his arm around my shoulders, anchoring me to him, and with the other, he worked my clit.
“Kellen, please,” I begged, biting his arm to keep from screaming.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he growled.
White-hot pleasure washed over me under his touch. “Can I come now?”
His fingers stilled on my clit. “Yes, Mon Chaton. I want to feel you. Come all you want.”
I lost myself to the pleasure Kellen gave me.
Kellen roared behind me. The animalistic sound spurred me on.
His cock swelling inside me was followed by his come jetting.
A spasm shook me with each release of his come he spent deep within me, and then he bit down on the meaty part of my shoulder where he’d placed his mark, making me come again.
Too hoarse to shout, I whispered his name.
My forehead now resting on the back of my hands, my throat dry and raw from my screams of ecstasy.
“Damn, baby.” Kellen licked me. His rough voice made me shiver.
Laughing, I turned to look, meeting his blue eyes. “The water is cold.”
He pulled out, sighing deeply. “Gonna need to buy a bigger water heater.”
I felt warm and happy in his arms, but then he moved, and the cold water hit me. “Can’t you make it warm, now?”
Dark brows winged up. “I’m not a magician, baby.”