Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
maverick
Bloom’s ass moved against my erection, and I gripped her hips roughly, rocking her a little harder.
“What are you doing?” she whispered to me.
“Helping.”
“I was trying to get out of bed, Mav. I need a shower.”
“You don’t.” I nuzzled her throat, inhaling deeply.
“I’m supposed to text Rhone when you wake up.”
“The bite you gave me healed already.”
“It did?”
I let go of her hip long enough for her to look over her shoulder at my throat.
“Wow. You really do heal fast.”
“You didn’t take that much blood the second time, and wolves always heal quicker when they’re physically touching their mate.”
“They do?”
“Mmhm.”
“I don’t think we qualify, though. We’re not mated.”
“Mates. Soulmates. Same difference.”
“It’s really not, Maverick.”
I kissed her throat, dragging my tongue over her pulse and waiting to feel the steady beat of her heart. The soft thud eased my tension, slightly. “Agree to disagree.”
“I’m right, so let’s not.”
I sucked on her throat lightly, and she let out a soft breath. “I really was going to shower. There’s blood under my nails.”
There were patches of dried blood all over her body. I’d tried to clean her off before I put her in my shirt, but when I nearly passed out, I was forced to give up.
“I’ll let you go on one condition.”
“You and your conditions,” she grumbled.
“Let me shower with you.”
“Rhone said you were in bad shape.”
“Rhone exaggerates.”
“I don’t think he does.”
“Alright, he doesn’t. But that was what, one or two hours ago?” I glanced at the clock. It had been around six when I fell asleep, and it was now... ten thirty.
Shit.
That would be why I felt so much better.
“I didn’t feed you dinner,” I said.
“Your Beta fed me.”
A mental image of him feeding her by hand flashed through my mind, and I had to force my breathing to stay even because I saw fucking red.
“Why is your face turning red?” Bloom checked.
“No reason,” I lied.
She elbowed me in the gut.
I grunted. “I’m on edge after nearly losing you, but I’m dealing with it. The possessiveness gets intense. Go easy on me for five minutes, woman.”
She patted my abdomen, where she’d elbowed me. “I should’ve considered that. Sorry. He brought plates of food for both me and Harper, and he told me mine was from you.”
“That should make me feel better.”
“But doesn’t?”
“Not really.” I inhaled deeply over her throat again. “This does, though.”
“Would showering together help?”
“Depends what happens in the shower.”
“Are you looking for me to shave your legs, or perform a dance or something? Be specific, Mav.” She was too playful for someone who had been on death’s door two days earlier. It was exactly what I needed.
“If those are my only two options, I’m going with the dance, although it’s tempting to imagine you on your knees for me.” I nipped her throat. She moved her hips again, making my cock throb for her. “But if I’m allowed to be specific about anything...”
“Go for it.”
“I’m picturing you with your hands on the wall of the shower, your cheek pressed against the tile while I finally fill you with my cock.”
“Finally?”
“Finally. I remember being interrupted last time.”
“I hate it when murder interrupts sex.”
“Anyone with half a brain would.” I sucked on her throat again. I couldn’t help myself.
“What part of fucking me would help you?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try.”
I took another deep drag of her scent. If I was going to be addicted to something, it might as well be cherries.
“Sex is a carnal sort of possession. For the duration, you are entirely mine, and nothing exists for me but you. The combination of our scents lingers, as well as the knowledge that I’ve given you something no one else ever will again. Pleasure.”
“You’re going to make me all hot and bothered, talking like that.”
“It’s too late, Sugar. I can smell how wet you are from here.”
She parted her thighs, and I couldn’t stop the rumble that rolled through me.
It was the best fucking invitation.
I dragged my fingers over her clit before filling her with them. Her soft gasp and the small tilt of her head told me she approved.
Her legs opened a little wider.
“Did you think I was going to take my time with you again?”
“Maybe,” she breathed.
“Do you like it better slow and sweet?” I barely brushed her clit with my thumb, slowing down the thrust of my fingers before I drove them in more roughly, hitting her sweet spot with my knuckles and pressing down against her clit.
The bed smelled of Harper, which was irritating, but I was trying to ignore it. “Or hard and fast?”
“Both?”
“Greedy, huh?”
“You say that like I’m the only one.”
“I remember giving you multiple orgasms the last time we were in bed together. I’d hardly call that greedy.”
“You can be greedy and an overachiever.”
“Can you?” I drove my fingers into her again roughly.
She moaned. “It smells too much like Harper in here.”
“Thought I was the only one who noticed.”
“Definitely not.”
Guess we were taking this to the shower after all.
I scooped her up with one arm, and carried her to the bathroom with my fingers buried in that perfect little body.
Her breathless laughter made me fucking ache.
I had almost lost this.
I was never letting go of her again.