I open the cabinet and pull out the sack with the stuff Warrick bought. Ethan rifles through it before pulling out the razors and shaving cream with a triumphant grin. “I’d better teach you to use these,” he says. “Wouldn’t want you to cut yourself, after all.”
He crouches, retrieves the package the razor came in and rips it open. Running his thumb over the blade, he hisses when it slices his skin and a drop of blood appears.
“Oh, no,” I cry. “Are you okay?”
He chuckles and sucks his thumb into his mouth. “Does it hurt?” I ask. “What if you cut me, too?”
“Not a chance, pup,” he says, pointing to the tub. “Take off your clothes and get in.”
I slide the soft cotton from my torso as he turns on the hot water. Water streams from the spigot, but he doesn’t pull out the metal device that makes it shoot out the showerhead. Instead, he inserts something in the drain, and water fills the tub.
His gaze rakes my entire body, and he groans like he’s in pain. “Are you okay?” I ask. “Is it your thumb?”
“Get in,” he orders.
I step past him, brushing against his warm skin, and lower myself into the porcelain tub. Water crawls up my legs and hips, filling the basin.
It’s like the hot springs but without the trees and the birds and the smells of earth.
Razor and shaving cream in hand, Ethan climbs in opposite me, cranking off the water before settling into the tub.
I draw my legs up to my chest to make room for him.
“Leg, please.” He extends his hand, and I stretch out one of my legs and rest it on his muscular thigh.
He pops the top off the shaving cream and presses a button, sending a bubble of white cream into his palm. With soft, sure strokes, he spreads it on my leg. His hands on my skin feel warm and good. Staring at me intently, the slightest smile curving his lips, Ethan draws the razor down my leg.
“See, no blood,” he says, flashing me a grin and wiggling the razor at me. “It only makes you nice and smooth.”
Suddenly, I remember Warrick saying I might want to be smooth between my legs for a real man, and that part of me burns hotter, making me squirm. Ethan watches me with a knowing smirk, then scoops water into his palm, rinsing my skin. He runs his palm up and down my calf. It feels so good I want to drop my head back and moan.
Ethan continues squirting the foamy white cream into his palm, spreading it over my skin and drawing the razor over it until my legs are
hairless. His breath moves quickly from his heaving lungs, and I can see the big bulge of his cock still straining against his wet jeans.
When he’s done with my calves, he parts my knees and moves closer to my body in the water, looking down between them. “Now comes the fun part,” he says with a grin.
“What’s the fun part?” I whisper.
“Your pussy,” he growls in a voice so deep I barely recognize it. “My what?”
“Spread your legs and rest them on my thighs and scoot closer.” His tongue darts across his lips.
Swirls of tingly feelings shoot through my lower belly as I do as I’m told. Water no longer touches the place between my legs that feels so good and aches so bad.
He squirts another cloud of shaving cream in his hand and touches it between my legs. I gasp with pleasure, my hips rising on their own. Ethan moans and spreads the cream into my hair, massaging me until I’m whimpering like my wolf when she’s injured. He just chuckles and holds up the razor, slowly stroking it down the side of my hair. He works slowly, and each stroke is torture. Not because he’s cutting me or making me bleed, but because I want his touch again, and when I get a bit of it, it’s not enough.
“You like that, pup?” he asks, though the shine in his eyes and the upward slant of his mouth says he knows the answer already.
“Yes,” I say, my voice somewhere between a whisper and a moan.
He chuckles and spreads open the outer layer of my heat, gazing down at the secret within like he’s never seen something so wondrous. I raise my hips slowly, and he slides a finger across the swollen bud between those lips. I give a little mewling cry.
“Goddamn, Luna,” he growls. “I want to fuck you so hard your head explodes.”
“What?” I ask, drawing away slightly. “Don’t do that!”
Ethan only grins and shakes his head, laying a hand on my knee and pulling me back again. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t. Now let me finish before I explode.”
Don’t trust the wolves.
Mama’s last words echo through my mind, but they seem far away now. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, feeling each scrape and drag of the sharp metal against my skin. My breath comes in little pants as the swirling in my belly increases. The soft clatter of plastic against porcelain and the small thwack of metal on the rim of the tub lets me know Ethan’s set the razor and shaving cream to the side.
I lay still, barely breathing, my heart feather light as it tiptoes in my chest. I have the same ache I had with Callan in the kitchen, the one I had in the shower with Axel before he tasted me and made the world open before me. I don’t know what to do with all this feeling, but I know I don’t want Ethan to leave like Callan did, and I don’t want him to hurt me like Axel did.
“Want to feel?” Ethan asks, one of his fingers stroking up and down my newly bare skin.
My eyes flutter open, meeting his intense gaze. I bite my lip and give a slight nod. He takes my hand and lowers it between my legs. It feels so smooth that I let out a little sigh of pleasure, exploring the soft, silky skin he touched. For a minute, Ethan only watches, his breath coming in quick little huffs when I move inside the outer layer, like he did. With a growl, he knocks my hand aside and pushes one of his thick fingers inside my slick hole.
I let out a cry of surprise and pleasure even though there’s a pinch of pain inside me, too.
He lets out a guttural groan, his eyes going back in his head. “Holy High Priestess,” he says, his voice a moan of anguish. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to clear my head.
His gaze snaps to mine, and he grins. “Oh, pup, I’m more than okay,” he says, slowly drawing his finger out and pushing it back in even deeper. “A tight pussy is a very good thing.”
I moan, my thighs quaking as his finger slides in and out again and
again.
“You like that, little pup?” he croons. “Yes,” I breathe.
His thumb makes little circles around the swollen bud, and my
whole body arches this time. “I’m going to try to get another finger in there,” he says, his voice rough. “Stretch you out a little, in case you ever want one of our cocks inside you. You want that, Luna? You want one of our cocks inside this tight little hole?”
“Yes,” I moan, feeling a delicious stretch that’s almost painful as he works another finger inside me. My walls clench tight around them.
He groans and closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he takes a few deep breaths. “Does that hurt?” he asks.
“A little,” I admit.
“Did Axel put his cock inside you?”
“For a minute,” I say, hoping he’ll stop talking about Axel. I don’t want that to happen again-the pleasure to be replaced by pain, and the
searing burn on my arm, and the feeling like my wolf was ripped out of my body and devoured by his.
But my wolf is only happy inside me, urging me on in a playful way that doesn’t scare me. When I relax, Ethan starts to slide his fingers in and out again, the way Axel’s cock did. This doesn’t feel like Axel, though. There’s no pain after he starts moving, and he’s circling his thumb around the place that makes me feel like my head really might explode. His eyes are clouded and halfway closed, his lips slightly parted as he watches his fingers pump into me. His gaze is soft and warm, though, with no determination or command like Axel’s.
I close my eyes and let myself trust him. The desperate sensations inside me builds, and my hips rise and fall on their own, seeking some kind of relief I can’t find, the kind that Axel gave me with his mouth. I’ve never felt so good as that moment, better than a hot summer day lazing I the sun or watching dragonflies dart around the cattails, better than howling at the full moon in autumn, or racing through the fallen leaves at a gallop.
“Ethan,” I gasp, grasping the edge of the tub as I feel something about to break inside me.
“Yeah, puppy?” His smile fills my chest with joy, and he increases the pressure and slows his thumb, dragging it across my slippery nub. “What do you want?”
“I want-” I can’t answer, though. Words escape me as pleasure explodes through my body, releasing the tension and need aching inside me. My vision blurs, and my head drops back as my hips rise, my knees opening wide as I cry out in helpless bliss. An overwhelming stream of color and sensation flows through my body, my mind. It’s stunning, and there’s no painful burn in my arm, no confusion in my soul. I am home, and I never want it to end.