Training Their Mate(17)

She couldn’t reach behind her to unhook her bra, so she lowered the straps, unthreaded her arms, and rotated the hook to the front. One pinch later, the bra came free. Removing her panties was easy. Now for the good part.

She stepped under the hot water and held her hand high. This was divine. Maybe she’d stay in here for an hour and just soak up the heat.

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Dante plastered his back against the bathroom door. Holy fuck. Seeing Liz almost naked made his cock painfully hard. Thank goodness he was able to block his cock from view or she’d know how much he desired her. Her luscious, wholesome scent drove him crazy. His fangs had started to extend and it took all of his power not to shift. He’d never gotten so excited that he’d lost control before. Sure, if the Colters were chasing him, he’d shift in a heartbeat, but never had sexual desire driven him into his animal form. Liz was his mate. No doubt about it.

The bulge in his pants turned more painful as he debated whether to bust in again and take her. While Dante may know she was destined to be his mate, his life would be hell if Liz didn’t accept him. Right now, he needed to be patient.

A crash sounded inside the bathroom and he instantly pictured her sprawled on the shower floor, hurt and afraid. His protective instincts took over and he darted inside.

His fangs extended and the hair on the back of his hands poked through his skin. By the high moon above, the sight made his heart stop. Time slowed as he took in her glorious ass pressed against the glass shower door with legs spread wide. Pre-cum oozed out the top of his cock.

She stood upright and spun around. Eyes wide she covered her naked pussy with her bagged hand, but failed to completely to cover her breasts with her remaining arm.

Say something you idiot. “I heard a crash. I thought maybe you’d fallen.” He sounded like he was ten. While he didn’t need to give her a reason for barging in, the now scowling face made him explain.

“I dropped the soap. That’s all.”

A gentleman would perhaps blush, give a profuse apology, and turn around. But he was no gentleman. It was like some tractor beam was pulling him toward her and not even the moon above could prevent them from mating.

“I see you need help.” He toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. The relief was immediate but temporary.

“What are you doing?” While he didn’t like her haughty tone, her lack of disgust or fear prompted him to continue.

“Like I said, sugar. You only have one hand and seemed to be struggling. The Field brothers are an all service operation.”

Her hand attempting to cover her breasts lowered a little and a pretty pink nipple peaked out. Damn, but the woman was testing him to the limits. Given she wasn’t screaming for him to leave, he figured that was a yes. He ditched his shirt and dropped it on the floor with the rest of his clothes. Not taking his gaze off her, he took three strides to the shower door and pulled it open.

“You can’t come in here.”

He wasn’t sure how she was going to stop him. “It looks like only half your hair is soaped up.”

“I only have one hand.” Her chin notched up defiantly.

His cock thickened thinking about taming this one. Once Trax got a hold of her, she’d learn that submission was the only way to go. His brother needed to control everything. It was in his genes.

Dante stepped around her. The stall was eight feet by five feet and could fit an army in here. Trax had designed the space saying he needed a place to be alone and think. That made little sense as he’d installed two showerheads.

Dante picked up the stool from the far corner and placed it in the middle of the shower. While he’d never shampooed a woman’s hair before, he was going to love doing hers. “Have a seat and let Uncle Dante take care of you.”

“Uncles do not have boners.”

He cracked up. “My boner is not my fault.” She’d have to learn to say cock and love it.

She seemed to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere and sat down, her back to him. Dante removed the bottle from her hands and it nearly slipped out of his grasp. After a quick rinse, he poured a small amount in his palm then massaged the liquid into her hair. He tried to be gentle. After all, this woman had been through a lot, but when her silky blonde hair caressed his fingers, his cock throbbed and his fingers tensed.

This wasn’t good. Concentrate. He didn’t like how his animal instincts were trying to take over his mind. She moaned, a good kind of sound, like she enjoyed having his hands on her. Or perhaps she was picturing his fingers plucking her nipples. His balls squeezed tight at the thought. As he worked up lather, her arm dropped to her lap exposing the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He almost wanted to howl at how her nipples puckered, and his imagination ran wild. He closed his eyes as he continued to shampoo her hair. He saw himself drawing that delicate pink nub into his mouth and swirling the tip with his tongue. Then he pictured tugging and pulling the nipple until she groaned even louder.