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Fina felt the lifting of Nath’s mouth, saw the crinkles on
either side of his eyes when he looked up at her. His eyes drifted shut as he
kissed her. With a gasp, Fina felt the tip of his tongue move over her. She
felt absorbed. Consumed. Nath explored her breasts with almost every sense—taste,
feel, sight and scent. The sound of his breathing grew louder in the tiled
bathroom. Rough thumbs grazed her nipples only to return to pinch, caress and
squeeze.

Her hips rocked in time with the rising cadence of his
heartbeat.

Threading her fingers into his hair freshened the scent of
wood smoke and pine around them. “Nath,” Fina whispered hoarsely and held him
to her.

“Fina,” he answered, and kissed one nipple gently while his
thumb strummed the other. He leaned his head back against the wall and flashed
her a wicked grin. “Turn around.”

Again chewing on her lower lip, she obeyed slowly.

Nath’s warm, rough hands felt good on her skin. He caressed
her back, her shoulders, the fronts of her thighs. Soft lips surrounded by a
prickling of whiskers moved over the elastic of her boy-cut panties, the
exposed bottoms of each ass cheek.

“Hands on knees, Fina. Bend forward.”

The roughness in Nath’s voice made Fina shiver and, for the
first time, she was hesitant to obey.

“More, sweetheart.” His voice was still rough but it was
also encouraging now. She heard warmth instead of censure and leaned forward. “Back
parallel to the floor. Damn you’re beautiful. I’d crawl on my knees over broken
glass to kiss this perfect ass.”

She gasped and trembled when Nath’s lips moved over her
butt. Thick fingers moved with surprising delicacy over her satin-covered
nether lips before tugging her panties aside. A warm, moist exhalation of air
was Fina’s only warning before his tongue sank into her. Moving slowly and
sinking deep, it curled inside her, gathering up her wetness and taste before
sliding out. Fina groaned when she heard him smack his lips with pleasure,
swallow then return. Holding onto her hips, still holding her panties to the
side, Nath slid his tongue into her again and again. Not fucking or probing
her, simply drawing out her taste and drinking it with relish.

By the time he slid her panties down and off, Fina was
shaking so badly she could barely keep her balance as she stepped out of them.

Nath bit her ass hard enough to sting, stood up fast,
gripped her shoulders and hauled her over to the shower stall.

“That’ll hold me for now, sweetheart,” he said with a wink
as he reached inside to turn on the water. “After you wash my back I’ll finish
what I started.”

Blinking dumbly at his broad, tanned shoulders, Fina watched
Nath test the temperature, adjust it then retrieve clean towels from the
cupboard. Holding the shower door open with his elbow, he took her hands and
led her inside.

The shower was roomy and accommodated them easily. Fina
figured it would hold her, Nath
and
Cutler and held back a giggle as she
considered the possibilities. A grin quirked up one side of Nath’s mouth as he
handed her the bar of soap then turned and faced the wall, arms at a
comfortable angle over his head, palms pressed against the tiles. His legs were
set about shoulder-width apart and he let his head fall forward.

Fina needed no other invitation. Nath’s body was hers. He
was hers. This powerful Beta surrendered himself to her without fanfare,
direction or stipulation. The position of his body was for her convenience and
conveyed his want but he issued no order.

With a sigh of anticipation, Fina worked up a lather. Her
soap had a light scent and the spread of Nath’s lats, the lifting of his
shoulders, caught her eye as he inhaled.

“It smells like you,” he murmured then dropped his head back
down. The water spilling over his shoulder raised then rinsed away a thin line
of dirt in the crease where shoulder and neck met. Fina set the bar down and
started there.

Growling quietly and continuously, he made a sound that was
almost catlike. Knowing he’d be insulted by the comparison, Fina simply grinned
and massaged the lather into Nath’s neck. His skin was smooth and
slippery…warm, soft and the body beneath was hard and thickly muscled. She
stepped forward, pressed her breasts into his back because it felt better to be
close and explored the planes and expanse of Nath’s body. The deep curve at the
front of his shoulders. The powerful indentions of his armpits. The smooth,
full rise of his chest. The deep, powerful and long muscles guarding his spine.

When he dipped his head under the water the scent of wood
smoke and pine intensified then diluted quickly. He reached for her shampoo,
squirted some into his hand and washed his hair while Fina traced the bumps and
ridges of his obliques. His body fascinated her. The unchecked freedom to touch
and explore was intoxicating and she picked up the soap again, raised even more
lather than before and, after putting the bar back down, caressed his hips and
thighs then cupped his ass in her palms and squeezed.

Nath hissed as he inhaled. “Harder. God I love your hands on
me.” Angling his torso closer to the wall pressed his backside into Fina’s
belly. She pinched him hard enough to turn his skin white then stepped back.
Nath hissed again.

“My ass,” Fina growled imperiously. “My pace,” she added as
she smoothed her palms over Nath’s hard angles.

Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I didn’t
know my pretty little bitch had a touch of domme in her.” Dropping his head
back down, letting the water hit the back of his neck, Nath relaxed and stood
still. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

Touching him reverently now, she stroked his arms, pressed
her body lightly into his and slid her fingers between his, washing them before
she kissed his shoulder. After his legs were soaped and massaged she
straightened and again pressed her breasts into his back. With a low sigh of
anticipation, Fina slid her hands around Nath’s muscular body and stroked his
abdomen.

He rolled his torso into her touch, moving subtly,
rhythmically, and she could picture his eyes drifting shut, a smile curling his
full, firm lips when she toyed with the nest of curls at the base of his cock.
Breathing hard then holding the air in his lungs, Nath dropped his head even
farther to watch her hands pet his shaft.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned and thrust his hips forward,
shoving his cock between her fingers.

Fina didn’t have the heart or the will to tease him any
longer. Nath’s broad back warmed her breasts as she wrapped her hands around
the hard pole jutting out from his loins. Sliding her grip up and down with a
slow, light touch, she grinned when he shivered and moaned.

“Play with my sac. Please.”

The muscles in his back flexed when her hand slid down and
cupped his balls. Curious fingers manipulated the warm skin, the taut orbs
inside, discovering their weight and size. Fina growled her approval.

“Yeah, sweetheart…if you like them now, wait’ll you see them
in action.”

They laughed together then Nath inhaled sharply when she
tightened her hold on his cock and moved her hand in earnest. “Hold me tighter.”
His head was angled so he could watch. “The soap’s a great lubricant. It won’t
hurt if you go faster.” Breathing hard and gasping once, he stopped rolling his
hips and let her fist his cock. “Pause at the head. Squeeze. Harder. No,
harder.” His voice was harsh. Demanding.

“Yeah,” Nath purred and resumed rolling his hips. “That’s
good. So good.” He trembled. “Run your other hand over my stomach. Pinch my
nipples. Make them burn.”

Fina blinked at Nath’s graphic instructions but that didn’t
stop her from following them. She didn’t have much experience with lovemaking
and she was all for making it as good for him as she could. Moving her hand
over his torso, pinching his nipples and drawing her nails across his belly
made Nath snarl and groan. Hot water pelted their shoulders and steam swirled
around them.

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” he moaned as his hips rocked faster. “Rub
my sac for luck, sweetheart. Make it a good one.”

Chuckling while Nath panted, she manipulated his pouch, held
it gently and pulled it down and away from his body—just a little. He made no
overt signs of distress.

“Yeah.
Yeah,
” he chanted. It was a rough, guttural
sound. “Fina. Faster. Jerk my cock. Make me come.
Fina.
” Her name was a
rising growl as Nath’s hips slammed forward. The balls in her hand resisted her
downward pull, drew up hard and tight into his body then began to pulse.
Grunting and shaking in time with the pulses, Nath snarled. The back pressed
into her breasts tensed like the rest of him. His ass rocked into her belly and
she would have been knocked out of the shower stall except she was holding on to
his genitals too tightly. Thick, silky warmth slid across her hand as the
powerful twitching of his cock eased.

Nath’s body jerked and tensed again. “Easy now,” he hissed
and laid one of his hands over hers. The other slid across the tiled wall so he
could rest his forehead on it. Taking hold of her wrist, he had her stroke him
gently from head to base, then stroke his smooth sac and pet the wet, coarse
curls above his shaft.

As his heartbeat slowed, they fell silent. The sound of the
falling water became the backdrop to her caresses. “I love you, sweetheart,” he
sighed after a time, straightened and turned.

His kiss was warm, wet, maybe even a bit lazy. Large, rough
hands cradled her neck. Fingers caressed the base of her scalp and his forearms
rested on her breasts. His lips smoothed over hers, their sweetness enhanced by
the stubble on his chin. Holding her lower lip between his teeth, he tugged
gently and ran his tongue over her captive flesh.

When he finally lifted his head Nath looked down at her with
a boyish grin, grabbed the soap and washed her quickly and efficiently. There
was nothing playful about his touch. In his haste, he handled her brusquely
then grabbed the hand-held shower attachment, aimed the spray at her body, spun
her and rinsed her fast.

“Girls like it when you take things slow,” Fina grouched.

“Yeah, I know,” Nath replied saucily. He kissed her
shoulder, the tip of her breast, then aimed the spray at the wall, washing off
the thick trails of semen clinging to the tiles. Then he turned the spray on
himself. “So let’s not waste any more time in here, hmm?” The water bounced off
his body from every angle as he aggressively rinsed the soap and cum off
himself. Fina had to blink repeatedly to keep the water out of her eyes.

With a sharp jerk of his hand he turned the water off, then
set the showerhead back in its cradle, opened the door and stepped out. “Hurry
up before you get cold.” Grinning, Nath held up a large towel and wrapped her
in it when she got out of the shower.

It was pure heaven when he rubbed the thick, nubby cotton
all over her body. Her back tingled, her calves felt invigorated, her arms
glowed. Even her breasts were rosy, her nipples tight, dark points when Nath
paid particular attention to them and rubbed them vigorously. Holding her arms
out obediently, Fina purred with pleasure.

“My hot little kit,” he murmured as he ran the towel between
her legs, teasing her folds then squeezing her ass. Ignoring her pout when he
stopped, he tossed the towel over the top of the shower, grabbed a fresh one
and handed it to her. “Make it quick, sweetheart. I’ve got a full itinerary
planned.”

“You do, do you?” she drawled as she drew the towel over his
shoulder and down his arm.

“Oh yeah. Sleeping outdoors under canvas for five nights
with six snoring strangers gives a man time to think about all the hot,” he
slid his fingers around her breast, lifted it to his mouth and bit it gently, “wicked…”
Reaching behind her while Fina rubbed the towel over his chest, Nath caressed
her ass, reached between her legs and petted her swollen nether lips. “Dirty
things he wants to do to his woman.”

Fina’s left knee buckled.

A corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing smile but there
was no arrogance in it. He eased a finger into her, withdrew it slowly then
shoved it back into her hard. Fina’s other knee buckled but Nath’s free arm was
wrapped around her waist, holding her upright, the towel squished between them.
His eyes on hers, he withdrew his finger gently, put it in his mouth and
noisily sucked her cream off it.

“Hmm. Tasty.” His expression darkened. Lust overshadowed his
teasing smile. “Stand up,” he growled as his eyes flashed and the muscles in
his face rippled. His wolf was very close to the surface. “Show me how strong
my bitch is.”

Locking her knees, Fina forced herself upright.

Without another word, Nath took hold of the towel, ran it
over his big, muscular body, dropped it on the floor before he was fully dry
and took her hand. He led her into the bedroom and stopped when they were
beside the bed.

Nath sniffed the air deliberately. “Cutler mated with you
here?” he asked, although there was really no question in his voice.

“Yes.”

Looking down at her, Nath touched her cheek. “Then this is
where I’ll mate with you too. Keep things even between us. Make this place
special for us. Make it ours. All of ours.” One of his eyebrows lifted slowly
like he was waiting for her to agree. Or not.

She nodded slowly. There was a…rightness in Nath’s
reasoning.

“Good. Now take your hair down, beautiful bitch. Do it slow.
Tease me.” Nath’s grin was seductive as he stepped back. His hand drifted to
his cock and stroked it lightly while his other hand moved over his tight
belly. He touched himself as he watched.

The corner of her mouth curled up then she licked her lower
lip. Nath’s sensuality was raw, uninhibited and seductive.

Reaching up slowly, glancing down at her breasts as they
lifted and angled toward him with the movement, Fina undid the first clip
holding her hair in place. One by one she removed them and set them on the
night table, keenly aware of the sway and shift of her breasts as she moved.
Loving the lust firing in Nath’s eyes every time they did. Holding her elbows
up higher than she needed, thrusting her breasts forward, Fina ran her fingers
through her hair, loosened it and shook her head. Her breasts jiggled. Nath
growled and his irises expanded until his eyes were more black than blue.