Chapter 30
“Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.” ~Benjamin Franklin
Gwen
Under the table, I squeeze my spouse’s hand. I could’ve expounded on the spoofing technology for hours, but frankly, it’s irritating. The government employs oodles of experts. Why do I have to spell everything out for them?
No doubt sensing I’m about to speak my mind, my over-protective alpha slides back his chair, stands, and holds out his hand. “C’mon babe, let’s go.”
“Oomph.” My leg must’ve fallen asleep because it folds when I put weight on it.
Naturally, the whole meeting caught my ungraceful fall to the floor. While my face heats, Axel steps in front of the camera, and glowers at both real and virtual attendees.
“Fromm? Where are you, man?” My irritated partner scoops me up into his arms.
As I wrap mine around his neck, I palm his cheek to meet his heated gaze. “Sweetheart, I’m fine. Put me down.”
His steel gray eyes soften on me, then narrow at the ambassador’s assistant. “My wife needs a shower, a medic, and a short nap.”
“No doctor, Axel. Really. Don’t make a fuss.” Despite my efforts to save face, my stubborn man refuses to budge and holds me tighter.
Judging by my wolf’s grim countenance, he is in no mood to negotiate.
The administrator also makes the correct decision and opens the conference room door. “This way, please.”
Butler-like, he leads us over a black marble floor, past a huge fireplace, and a king-sized bed covered by a gold coverlet. In a lavish bathroom, Fromm departs with a silent nod.
Whee! My hormones break into a round of applause because we’re finally alone.
But what is going on with Axel?
My silent wolf lowers my butt onto the greenish-gray countertop next to the sink. Unable to untie the knots in my clown shoes, he opens a medicine cabinet, finds scissors, and cuts them away.
Palms on the marble, I lift so he can remove my pants and undies. After my shirt and bra disappear, he inspects my naked body. Frowning still, he lifts me onto a built-in shower seat.
While I love the attention, I’m no invalid, and what about sex? “Honey, you don’t need to-”
“Shush, I’m taking care of you.” My man strips, runs the water until it warms, then steps aside so the gentle spray falls on me.
Soaping a soft white terry cloth, he washes my face, spearing my heart with the intensity of his gaze. Are those tears?
“Close your eyes.” My wolf’s gruff tone tells me he’d rather I didn’t ask, so I don’t.
“I love you.” When his voice cracks, I lift my lids, lean forward, and kiss the tip of his thick, pulsing erection.
“I love you, too.” My womb, my clit, and my heart ache for this hero who fights for me as I defend our country. Not many men would accept me the way he does.
After lathering more of my skin, he shampoos my head and massages my scalp. Finished, his fingers dig into my tense shoulder muscles.
My pleasure center burns as he lowers his attention to my nipples. With tits so hard they ache, I arch for more.
When they bump against his cock, he growls. “I need to be inside you.”
His desire sends a spike of lust between my legs. Unable to wait any longer, I start to stand until he shakes his head no.
“Not yet.” Kneeling before me, he spreads my legs and nibbles my inner thighs.
More soap and more lather later, I lean back on the tiles. The terry cloth brushes across my clit, and the simmering fire in my soul bursts into flames.
“Bed. Now.” My big toe slides over his bulging length in the hopes I can convince him.
Panting, I reach around his neck so he can carry me to the mattress and douse the raging inferno he ignited. No such luck. The washcloth descends past my knee and my calf to my damaged ankle.
“Lift your foot, babe.” As he attends to my cuts and bruises, my sex swells.
“Please. No more. I swear to God, I’m about to implode.” Ignoring my pleas, he washes between my toes, presses his thumbs into my arches, and the delight sends my clit closer to heaven.
Is death by foreplay even a thing?
After he’s addressed my other foot, I figure turnabout is fair. “Kneel here so I can clean you as well.”
Shampoo in hand, I scrub his silvery black head and his thick beard.
“Rinse.” Once he ducks under the water, I wash the rest of him, taking care not to rub too hard on the many bruises.
Reminded of what he went through, a pang of guilt strikes my chest. Forehead to his, I capture his gaze.
“Listen to me, I am so, so sorry my plan was flawed. The next time, I promise to be much smarter.”
“Ledbetter would never have stopped coming for you. If you hadn’t gone with him willingly, he would have taken you by force. You did the right thing for us and our country, and I could not be any prouder of you.”
Having expected a fierce chastisement, I fall more deeply in love. “Bed now?”
“Babe.” The room swirls as he lifts me by the waist and places me on the mattress.
“I’m still wet.”
“The better to slide inside you, my dear.” He licks my nub, already slick from our watery shower-play.
Sensitive and ready, I blast off at the next swipe of his tongue. “Oh God.”
The muscled warrior climbs up my body, throws my legs over his shoulders, and as our cores connect, my orgasm reignites.
Groaning, I clutch his glutes and dig in my nails. “Faster, harder. Go.”
Our life-affirming sex is like no other. Fierce and frantic, we slam into each other. While I climb to another high, he reaches between us.
Shaking and panting, he strokes my nub. The whole embassy probably hears me shout. “Axel!”
“Babe!”
His final thrust sends us to oblivion.