Chapter 0128

"Evelyn." My voice cracks, barely a whisper of warning. And damn if she doesn't take that as encouragement, wrapping her other hand around me completely. My palm slams against the shower tiles for balance.

One last chance. "If you keep going, I'm going to cover you."

My stubborn mate doesn't pause. Her strokes quicken, ruthless. Two more pulls and I'm gone. "GODDAMN IT!" My shout echoes as I spill over her skin, marking her from collarbone to hips. Fisting her hair, I yank her mouth to mine, kissing her hard while she milks every last drop from me.

When I finally release her lips, that smug little smirk of hers makes me growl. "That was interesting," she dares to say.

I look down at the mess I've made of her—my claim glistening on her skin. Something feral surges in my chest. Theron purrs approval in my mind. Ours. Damn right.

Evelyn follows my gaze. I brace for disgust, but my minx shocks me again. She drags a finger through the mess on her chest, brings it to her lips, and—fuck me—licks it clean. Those eyes darken with hunger. "You taste like dark chocolate."

Instant erection.

I pin her against the wall before her finger leaves her mouth. "My turn," I rasp, dropping to my knees.

Smearing my scent across her skin, I nudge her leg over my shoulder and dive in. One long lick from ass to clit has her jerking. I take my time, savoring her flavor, teasing her until she's trembling. When I finally suck her clit between my lips, she screams my name, soaking my chin.

Addicted. That's what I am. To her taste, her scent, the way she falls apart for me. I work her through three more orgasms until she's sobbing, voice raw. Each scream of my name pushes me over the edge again.

By the time I let her go, she's slumped against the tiles, breathless. I kiss my way up her body, inhaling my scent on her skin. At her marking spot, I resist the urge to bite—not yet—and claim her mouth instead. Those dazed eyes? I'll spend my life putting that look on her face.

Tugging her under the spray, I wash her hair with hands that won't stop shaking. Vanilla body wash—the kind I bought her—foams between my palms as I clean every inch. Her gasp when I graze her oversensitive nipples? Perfect.

After toweling her off, I press a kiss to her damp hair. "Bed. Now."

I watch her stumble toward the mattress before finishing my own shower. Tonight, I'll dress my mate for dinner. And later? I'll ruin her all over again.