Page 33 of Assisting the Alpha
“This is separate from everything else.”
“Ethan, I know. It’s just sex. If it makes things weird between us, which I don’t think it will, but if it does, then I’ll go stay with one of the others. Promise.”
He lifts his head from my neck and his eyes flash. I think I’m seeing a glimpse of his wolf for the first time. A low growl builds in his throat, making me smile.
“I’d rather stay here, though. With you.” For a lot longer than the week or two I planned to stay. I keep that part to myself, though. Ethan might be feeling possessive right now, but there’s no guarantee that will last once the cum has dried.
“Hold on,” Ethan says, as if I’m not doing that already. He carries me through to the bathroom, which is not the direction I expected this to be going.
“Um… you know there’s a really awesome bed right next door?”
Ethan chuckles and gives me another scorching kiss before sitting me on the counter beside the sink. “You still smell like cats.”
There’s no bath in this flat, just an amazing walk-in shower with enough space for two. Wet, naked Ethan? Hell, yes. Sign me up.
He starts the shower and reaches for my tie first. He pulls it off slowly, then takes his time unbuttoning my shirt as steam fills the small space. I reach for him as well, not wanting this tobe one-sided. I’m surprised he lets me take his T-shirt off myself with how dominant he’s being, but there’s something much more tender about us undressing each other with gentle caresses than the frantic way we were going at each other before.
As soon as we’re both naked and under the shower spray, things begin to heat up again. Ethan presses up against me and reaches for his shower gel, soaping up his hands before running them first down my back and over the globes of my arse, then up again to clean my neck before running his hands down my chest to play with my nipples. He’s careful to wash around my focus without touching it, which I appreciate more than he can know.
I struggle to clean him as well, too distracted by his wandering hands, and eventually give up and simply suck one of his brown nipples into my mouth.
That earns me a growl, which intensifies when I grip his enormous shaft with one hand as I reach down with the other to grip his balls.
“You’re playing with fire, little sorcerer.”
I pull off his nipple with a wet pop. “You were taking too long.”
I gasp when he presses me against the cool white tiles. He covers me with his entire body, skin-to-skin, and presses his thigh between my legs.
“Take what you need.” His voice is a throaty rumble.
I don’t need any more encouragement. I ride his thigh first, then grind against his hip when he bends his knees to put us at a more equal height. It can’t be comfortable for him, but he doesn’t seem to care as his lips find mine again and he licks his way into my mouth.
The heat builds between us, every cell in my body focused on wet, slippery skin and how incredible he feels as my orgasm starts to gather at the base of my spine. Then his soapy hand takes both of our hard lengths in a tight grip.
“Ayo,” he breathes.
“Oh fuck… Ethan…” It feels unreal—the slick slide and wet heat as our panting fills the enclosed space. It looks pretty fucking hot as well, his olive skin contrasting with my mahogany tone.
All it takes is for him to suck on my neck while his thick finger taps at my hole and I go off like a rocket, shooting all over his hand as I yell his name. I’m still trembling with aftershocks when his release joins mine and he growls my name into my shoulder.
We hold each other close, letting the water wash away our combined spend. He gently tugs me away from the tiles and makes sure to wash every single inch of my skin.
After we step out, I absolutely love the careful way he towels me dry. I’ve never felt precious to anyone except my parents before.
So, naturally, I let him take me to bed and use his hands and mouth to cover every single part of me in his scent.
This alpha wolf wants to claim me for the night? Sign me up.
It turns out Ethan wanted more than one night. As well as working on the case, we’ve spent a hell of a lot of the weekend exploring each other’s bodies as often as we can. Unfortunately, Ethan needs to spend this morning reviewing the other jobs the team are working on, so he leaves me with Kit to review the backgrounds of three cat shifters and one wolf who have been flagged as possible suspects. I’m not sure how or why they were flagged, but my job is to add what I know to the profiles Kit is putting together.
“So… you and the boss, huh?” Kit taps away at their keyboard at the desk next to mine, and an email pops up on my screen.
I side-eye Kit as I open the first profile they’ve sent me. “That didn’t take long.”
Kit smirks. “We’re shifters. Well, except Cal, but even he can smell Ethan all over you.”
“Truth,” Cal says from the other side of the office, not bothering to turn away from his screen.
