Chapter 21 Shower
Shower
A fiercely petty smile crossed my face as I shut the door in Luca’s shocked face.
That served him right, telling me to relax and then suggesting I fuck him when his cousin was downstairs with my mate.
Luca slammed something into the door, maybe his palm, or maybe his forehead. I ignored him and shimmied out of my leggings before reaching to twist the shower on.
“Please let me in,” he begged.
My smirk widened into a grin.
Just as I stepped into the shower, I called out, “Fine, you can come in.” Luca burst into the room. “But you can’t come into the shower with me.”
He looked as if I had punched him.
Crossing the room, he braced an arm on the glass beside the shower door and stared in at me as I stepped under the water.
The warm waterfall soaked my hair and ran down my shoulders. Luca watched like a starving man, and I raised my arms higher to rinse my hair, knowing it would draw attention to my tits.
His groan echoed in the room. “Summer, you gotta let me in there. You can’t tease me like this.”
Closing my eyes and arching my back, I replied, “I can and I just did.”
“Fuck,” Luca growled. “Are you going to make me wait and then let me in?”
I toyed with the idea, but it was too enjoyable to torture him like this. I’d never withheld myself from him in this way, and I loved the heat in his gaze. It promised he would make me pay for this later.
“No.” I answered. “I think I’ll take this shower entirely alone.”
A garbled mess of curses spewed from his mouth as his tattooed hand slid down the glass. Glowering, he stooped and picked up my leggings. I wrinkled my nose as he held them up to his face and took a long inhale, his eyes closing.
“Gross,” I said through the glass.
“It smells like you, and you are the best smell in the world,” Luca said.
Shaking my head, I chuckled and reached for the shampoo. My eyes closed as I lathered it through my hair and rinsed. When I opened them again, Luca was resting his forearm against the glass, his eyes glued to me with my leggings bunched in his fist.
My gaze trailed down and I swallowed. His other hand was closed around his rock hard dick as he stroked himself. I momentarily forgot how to breathe.
Lips parted, I dragged my attention back to his face. His eyes were heavy lidded. “See what you do to me?”
“Wow,” I replied, stunned. He tipped his head back, showing me his heavily tattooed throat.
My stomach swooped, my core heating. Damn, he was gorgeous.
The water streamed over my shoulders as I stared at his large hand working himself.
“Wanna let me in now?” Luca purred.
It was tempting. But the heady rush of controlling this powerful werewolf was sweeter, along with the anticipation of what he would do when he finally got his hands on me.
I shook my head. “I’m busy showering.”
My hand fumbled the conditioner and the bottle thudded to the ground. Luca watched with interest. A thrill went through me as I turned my back to him and bent at the waist, displaying my ass and a glimpse of my pussy that had him groaning louder.
With a hand shaking from the potent mix of excitement and arousal, I set the bottle back on the shelf. I couldn’t function with his icy stare raking down my body as he stroked himself.
He growled my name, and it was delicious.
Bracing myself, I turned to the door and pulled it open. “You can come in, but no touching.”
Luca ripped his clothes all the way off and practically threw himself into the shower. I stepped back under the water and he clenched his hands into fists.
Grinning, I ran my hand over my chest and cupped one breast. My gaze fell to his dick. “You can finish what you were doing, if you want.”
“Yeah?” His voice had dropped so low, it rumbled through me.
“You watched me make myself come. Now it’s my turn to watch you.”
Challenge sparked in his eyes and my heart leapt. He stepped closer, crowding me back against the tile.
Water streamed over his head, slicking those black curls down. Drops ran down his cheekbones and soaked his tattoos. He was stunning.
He slammed his forearm onto the tile beside my head and leaned forward. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I held myself back.
Slowly, his other hand trailed over his pecs and down his abs until he took his cock in hand again. I watched, transfixed as he stroked himself slowly. Icy eyes stared into mine, holding me captive even as they glazed with pleasure.
“I bet if you touched yourself right now, you’d be so turned on you could finish in seconds,” he panted. “Do it. I want you to come too.”
Holy shit.
All thoughts of teasing him vanished, and my hand moved between my legs. He was right, dammit. I brushed the pad of my finger over my clit and white-hot pleasure filled my veins.
“I won’t finish until you do, so hurry, wildcat.”
His forehead touched mine. It was so intimate, our bodies barely touching as we both raced towards our pleasure.
He had to be close. His breathing turned harsh and his movements jerky. Instead of teasing myself, I rubbed in quick, soft movements that had my weak knees wobbling.
Luca threw his free arm over me, pinning me back against the tile by my waist. How he could remain standing on the verge of an orgasm and also support me was mind boggling, but I didn't waste his efforts.
With a strangled cry, I shoved myself over the edge, quaking against the tile as Luca let out one last toe-curling moan. His cum hit my stomach and thighs, but I was too lost in ecstasy to even notice.
As reality filtered back in, Luca placed both hands on my waist and turned me so my back was to his chest. Easing us forward, he guided me under the spray.
The warm water over my sensitive skin felt divine. He ran his hands over me, washing away the evidence of what we had just done. His fingers lingered between my legs, causing me to whimper and him to give a dark laugh.
Luca shut off the water and wrapped me in a fluffy towel. I was brainless and boneless as he carried me to the bed.
In a haze, I watched him towel off his messy hair and pull on a pair of sweats. That gorgeous tattooed chest stayed bare as he sat beside me, hairbrush in hand.
With gentle strokes, he dragged the brush through my short hair. I glanced at the full length mirror on the wall, watching his arm muscles flex as he worked. A snake twisted across his ribs, and it seemed to slither as he raised his arm again.
He met my gaze in the mirror and smiled. It wasn’t the charming smirks I was used to, but something sweet and knowing. There was always heat in his gaze, but at the moment, all I saw was genuine connection. He saw all of me and loved me.
The impulse to share my feelings rose up in my throat, but before I could speak, he set the brush aside. “Alright, why don’t you get dressed and we can go have lunch with everyone.”
“You want to tell me about your family?” I asked, my irritation flaring as Big-Bouncy-Tits came to mind.
Luca paused with a shirt in his hand. “Um, my uncle is an enforcer for my family’s pack. The one Cade is from too.”
“Your parents are in charge?”
He tilted his head, scrunching up his nose as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, my mom and dad are the Alphas of that territory.”
The little bit of his history, the story about his dead fated mate, had been tragic. Anything around his upbringing seemed a touchy subject, but with his uncle and cousins downstairs, I needed to know.
“What about Cade? Who are his parents?”
Luca sighed. “He was an orphan.”
“I thought that was uncommon,” I said, frowning.
Cade was like me…
“Not exactly.” Luca’s motions slowed and he sat beside me, his face serious. “He was born in another pack a couple of states over. They weren’t Alphas or anything, so it’s surprising he’s this dominant. They were killed by vampires. He was nine. And then he ended up with us.”
“Vampires,” I repeated. “He really has a lot of reasons to hate them.”
One thing still didn’t make sense to me. “How are Alphas picked? Or how do you become one? Why aren’t you one?”
That brought a smile to Luca’s face. He shook his head wryly.
“I’m not that dominant. Well, outside of the bedroom.
” I tried to ignore the thrill of heat those words caused in me.
“Besides, it’s natural dominance mixed with drive.
I’ve never been that driven, and Cade is…
well, he is very driven, as you’ve seen. ”
“So you’re the son of Alphas. Does that make you a trophy mate?” I teased him, trying to lighten the mood. I didn’t want to think about Cade and his drive.
Luca’s lips curled, showing blunt fangs. “More like a power couple. If anyone is a trophy mate, it’s you.”
“Hey!” I squeaked, although I didn’t have any defense. “Okay, so how do I address your uncle and cousins? Wait, are they Jem’s siblings?”
Shaking his head, he chuckled. “Jem is on my mom’s side, and Rhett is my dad’s brother. You can call him that. And his daughters are Lana and Lux.”
“Who’s the one with the tits?” I tried to keep the growl out of my voice, but it was impossible. Luca beamed, loving my jealousy.
“Lana. And I’d try to convince you that she’s actually a good person behind the tits, but that’s just not true. She’s mostly harmless, but she’ll irritate the shit out of you while they’re here, I’m sure. I can barely stand her and I’m the one guy she won’t be hitting on.”
Wrinkling my nose, I pretended to gag.
“Lux isn’t so bad though. She’s just, I don’t know, boring?” Luca shrugged.
“Is she really? Or do you simply have a short attention span?” I retorted, smiling at him. His responding grin filled my chest with sunlight.
“Want to see just how short my attention span is?” he flirted.
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. “I think it’s time we go down and face everyone. They probably think we were up here fucking with how loud you were in the bathroom.”
“Hope so,” he said, shaking his head to fluff his wild hair. “Hungry, wildcat?”
“Starving,” I muttered, taking his hand as we headed to the door.