Wolves' Bane (The Order of the Wolf, #3)(69)
Morgan smiled at him as she pulled her hair out of its ponytail. It dipped into the water at her shoulders, clinging to her skin. “I found some apple-scented bubble bath the other day in the cabinet. I thought this would be a good time to use it.” She scanned his body, her eyes leaving a hot trail of lust as she swept her gaze over his pulsing cock then licked her lips.
“Aren’t you too exhausted?” he asked. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Despite his words, he moved toward the tub and motioned for her to scoot forward.
“Too exhausted for a bath?” she teased as she moved.
Cal hissed a breath as he eased himself into the hot water. “Christ, woman, are you trying to scald me?” It was hot, really hot, but as his legs slid around her and his body adjusted to the temperature, there was no way he was getting out—not with her slippery skin pressed against him.
She pushed herself toward him, nestling her back into his hard erection. “I like it hot. It helps get the dirt off.”
He smiled as he lowered his nose to her hair, inhaling deeply before sputtering out a lungful of rank air. “Holy shit, your hair reeks of that beast. You need to let me wash it for you.”
Morgan shrugged as she reached to the side of the tub and handed him a bottle of shampoo. “Go for it.”
He took the bottle and gobbed a generous amount of shampoo into his palm while she dunked her head partially under the water. When she sat back up, her hair was soaked through.
She hissed a moan through her lips as he massaged the goop into her hair. It smelled better already—the flowery scent of the shampoo quickly overpowering the disgusting odor of the beast.
“Mmm, that feels good, Cal.” Her eyes were closed as she tilted her head back even farther, and he ran his fingers through her hair, gently untangling the knots.
He was surprised by how happy he felt. Washing a woman’s hair had never been at the top of his list of things to do, but with Morgan it was different. The feeling of contentment, mingling with his desire for her had his heart almost bursting with happiness. How could he have denied himself this? It would have driven him mad if he’d gone on without her. And to think he had been about to sever this bond. No wonder his father was insane. Cal could only imagine the depth of loss he would feel with permanent separation.
Once he had finished with the shampoo, he turned the taps back on and used the detachable showerhead to rinse all of the soap out, then repeated the process with conditioner, leaving her hair smelling much more pleasant.
She cocked her head and smiled, her eyes sliding open a fraction. “Much better. Thank you.”
He reached around her and grabbed the body wash and cloth from the side of the tub. “I’m not done yet,” he said as he nudged her forward so that he could pour the wash over her back.
She moaned again as he scrubbed her skin with one hand and used the other to massage away the knots that had formed from her hard day of training.
Her head hung forward and she moved with him, allowing his skilled fingers to dig into the tension and ease it away.
“You said that there were two things Lance hadn’t taught me. One was how to kill the beast. What was the other?”
He furrowed his brow. “The other is not really something I can show you how to do. It’s more like something I have to warn you about and help you to understand.” He poured another glob of wash onto her shoulders and began cleaning and massaging down her right arm. “It’s to do with Lazarus and his”—he hesitated, not sure what to call what Lazarus could do—“skills.” Finished with the right arm, he quickly focused his attention on her left, sliding the cloth down as his fingers trailed behind.
She moaned softly and lay back against him, her head on his shoulder, forcing him to bring his one arm around her front to continue his massaging. His forearm pressed against the swell of her breasts and his cock hardened even more, aching to be inside her.
Her voice pulled him out of his lustful thoughts, her words bringing his brain some clarity. “You said before that he can be very seductive.”
He puffed out a breath. “Yeah, that’s a bit of an understatement. In his wolf form, he can be very alluring. I don’t know if you realized it or not, but the reason why you didn’t run or faint or totally collapse with fear when you encountered him at the carnival was because of this power he has to captivate his prey. It’s one of the most dangerous traits of the wolves. But as long as you avoid eye contact, you can beat it.”
“Okay, that doesn’t sound so hard. I’ll just avoid looking into those ugly yellow eyes again.”
Cal shook his head as he dropped the washcloth into the tub and continued to massage her arm. “It’s not that simple. I told you that he’s at his most vulnerable on the night of the lunar eclipse because he transforms into his human form, and that he’s very seductive in that form. What I didn’t tell you is that if you’re his bride, you’ll be weakened by this, and you’ll be especially susceptible to his charms.”
Morgan snorted. “Are you saying that in the middle of the battle, when Lazarus comes out in his human form, I’m going to want to have sex with him?”
Cal frowned. “Actually, yes, that is what I’m saying. It’s in your genes, Morgan. If you are truly his bride, you won’t be able to help yourself. You will become enthralled by him. Other Hunters have seen it happen.”