Chapter 3 #2
The door had been open, but we barely knew each other.
Just because I was super horny didn’t mean he wanted to jump into bed with me.
I knew from my friends that werewolf guys could only screw their mate, thanks to their intensely monogamous wolves, so Connor would probably need time. If he was even interested in me.
Which he wasn’t.
I really had no business being in his room when he was groaning in obvious pleasure.
But I couldn’t make my feet move.
Not when my eyes landed on the world’s tightest ass.
Connor’s wet hair clung to his shoulders and back. His muscles were tensed as one of his hands pressed against the wall of the shower. The other, I couldn’t see. The way his hips jerked told me why I couldn’t see it.
My lips remained parted.
My breathing shallowed.
And I watched his back as the beautiful giant of a man came violently.
He’d walked away from me because of that. Because he was horny too.
My mouth was dry as I quietly took a step back.
If I hadn’t fucked everything up by planning to trap him in a mate bond and almost dying the first time I shifted, I’d definitely done it by violating his privacy and watching him jerk off.
Totally winning at mated werewolf life.
I took another step.
He turned to face me, and our eyes locked. His were hot, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Crap.
My eyes lowered to his erection. And his hand, still wrapped around it.
Holy hell, he was huge.
I scrambled for an excuse. “I’m starting a load of laundry. Just… looking for clothes.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re not doing my laundry.”
It was a little late for that. “It’s the least I can do. I basically trapped you.”
Connor released his erection and dragged a hand through his wet hair. Water was still falling over him, and somehow, it made me want him even more.
“No, you didn’t. I would’ve agreed if you’d asked me, Zoe.
Wolves are social creatures. We crave connection.
Rejection kills most of us because of that loss.
That’s why our pack exists at all—because rejected wolves needed our own community.
We had to find peace. The alternative was death.
None of us wanted to be here, like this. We figured it out because we had to.”
“It still should’ve been your choice.”
Connor strode out of the shower and across the bathroom in a few steps. His hands cupped my face, hot and huge.
“I would have chosen this. Get that through your head, Gorgeous.”
“You left me in the kitchen. It seemed like you were upset.”
“I was. Anyone would be upset if they’d been a virgin as long as I have while dealing with such intense attraction to a woman as sexy as you.”
My face flushed. “So you’re not angry.”
“No. Just extremely turned on.”
Well, that made two of us.
“Would you want to…”
“Yes.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say, Connor.”
“Play chess? Sure. Make you more sandwiches? Love to. Stare into the forest and contemplate the meaning of life? Sounds great. Bend you over the countertop and fuck you until you can’t walk? I’ll figure it out.”
“I was going to suggest a romantic hour of solving math problems. I need to make sure the answers are correct before my students take next week’s test.” I couldn’t resist meeting his lightheartedness with my own.
“Sweet. Do you keep a graphing calculator in your car?”
“I do, actually.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.” Connor grabbed a towel.
I bit back a laugh. “There’s soap in your hair.”
“It’s a hair mask.”
“Hair masks aren’t bubbly.”
“This one is unique. I found the recipe online.”
“Then it definitely shouldn’t make bubbles. It should just be a disgusting amount of oil and some other random kitchen stuff.”
“Flax seeds for good luck, probably. Maybe some avocado too, so you can dip tortilla chips in it if you get hungry while healing your hair with nature.” He mimed lifting a chip toward his hair and made a scooping motion. “Want some?”
“As long as you used the vegetarian avocados.”
“Damn, I think these ones came from a goat.” He stepped into the closet.
I probably shouldn’t have followed him, but I did.
And watched every flex of his muscles and bob of his erection as he stepped into a pair of boxer briefs, followed by exercise shorts.
The orgasm he had in the shower hadn’t seemed to relax him at all.
My face burned. My neck and chest did too. I was definitely blushing.
“Or you could kiss me,” I said. “The calculator can probably—“
His mouth was on mine before I could finish whatever I was saying.
The kiss wasn’t gentle.
It went from zero to one hundred in a heartbeat, his tongue parting my lips as he pulled my body flush against his.
One of my hands gripped his biceps as I recovered from the initial shock and kissed him back. The other found his shoulder, and somehow ended up tangled in his wet hair.
I vaguely noticed that he was walking me backward.
And that my shoulders hit the wall, followed by my ass.
He pulled away long enough to let me take a breath. His mouth moved down my throat, sucking and licking.
“Can I—” he began.
“Yes.”
He rumbled lightly. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say, Gorgeous.”
“I don’t care.”
Connor had my borrowed t-shirt over my head and on the floor instantly.
His hands were on my waist. Breasts. Ass. His touch was hungry and rough, but not painful.
One of his hands tipped my face back, holding my cheek as he kissed me. The other one parted my thighs. His fingers dragged over my clit, and I couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that escaped.
“Show me what you like.” Connor’s command nearly undid me.
Apparently I was a sucker for being dominated.
Who knew?
I took his fingers and circled my clit slowly with them. My hand just clung to his when he took over, working me steadily toward an orgasm.
When it hit, it hit hard.
The pleasure had me arching and crying out loudly as I came on Connor’s fingers.
I panted hard as I came down from the high, struggling to reorient myself.
That was insane.
Reality sank in as I stared at him, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly.
I’d just let a guy I didn’t know finger me in a closet. Yes, we were mates, but that was still crazy. Wasn’t it?
It felt crazy.
My growling stomach saved me from having to awkwardly ask Connor for some space. He let go of me and stepped back, dragging a hand through the top of his hair. When he pulled it away, he looked down at the bubbles like he’d forgotten the shampoo was still in it.
“I’m going to make a few more sandwiches while you wash out your organic hair mask,” I said. “Unless you’d prefer I bring you a bag of chips.”
His lips tilted upward slightly. “Chips would be great, thanks.”
“I’ll have them right out.” I bit back a smile as I padded back out of the bathroom.