Chapter 0127

Evelyn's reaction to my fully erect state wasn't what I anticipated. She's made it clear she's untouched, but she's still a werewolf. Surely she's seen naked warriors before. That flicker of fear in her eyes threw me off. But the curiosity beneath it? That I can work with.

Telling her I'd make love to her someday was risky. Promising to show her every pleasure she could imagine was bolder still. Yet she doesn't realize I'm declaring her as my mate.

When she admitted wanting my hands and mouth on her? Goddess help me. Cold showers and lonely nights will be worth it if she grows comfortable with intimacy before her birthday. It'll make our marking ceremony smoother for her.

I need to ease her into letting me near her neck too. Last night spooked her, so we'll take it slow. The thought of exploring every inch of her isn't helping my current situation. I'm painfully hard, my loose sweatpants doing nothing to conceal it.

"Coming?" she asks when dressed.

I rake fingers through my hair. After running through the woods, we both need showers. I gesture to my obvious predicament. "Gregory might object to seeing me like this around his daughter. I'll wait here." Maybe I can find privacy to handle this while she's gone.

"Dad's at the packhouse. Your mother personally called him this morning to help with warrior training. He might stay for dinner." She rolls her eyes. "Apparently my father can't resist your mother's requests."

The Goddess is favoring me today. I take her hand. "Let's go then."

We head straight to her bedroom. "I'll shower after you," I say, moving toward the loveseat.

Silence.

I turn to find her clothes pooled around bare feet, her flawless body on display. "Join me," she says, walking toward the bathroom. My already straining cock turns to steel.

I swallow hard. "You're sure?" She seemed intimidated before - now it's worse.

She glances over her shoulder, that heart-shaped ass swaying. "Only if you want to."

Any other woman would be playing me. Maybe she is. Maybe all females inherit this power to destroy a man with a look. But this woman? She'll be the death of me.

What a glorious way to go.

I'm behind her before the shower door closes. She tests the water temperature, steam already curling around us. I shed my clothes in seconds.

When she turns, water sluices down her curves, between her breasts, over that perfect apex. Her arousal perfumes the steam-thick air.

Her gaze drops to my cock. It jerks in response. Her fingers twitch like she wants to touch. Yes. Please.

Those wide eyes meet mine, asking permission. I nod, my voice beyond trust.

Her first tentative touch is everything. Gentle fingers exploring, learning. A groan rips from my throat. Nothing's ever felt this good. Every nerve ignites under her touch.

When her hand closes around me, my eyes fly open. "Evelyn. Stop." She freezes but doesn't let go.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Opposite. It's too good. My control's hanging by a thread."

A wicked smile curls her lips. "What if I want you to lose control?" Her hand moves again.

Fuck.