Chapter Thirteen
Tovi’s POV
I woke up the next morning, well–rested. I slept great last night. I looked down and saw that Greg’s arm was still around my waist like neither one of us moved in our sleep. I rolled over and snuggled up to his chest, inhaling his rain and pine scent. I felt so relaxed and comfortable lying there in his arms. He tightened his hold around me, pulling me closer. I giggled a little and he popped one eye open.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said huskily. “I hope you slept well last night. I know I did.”
“Yes, I did,” I replied. “It was the best night of sleep I had in a long time.” Damn, he is even sexy in the morning, with his long blonde hair framing his face, the stubble on the sides of his face,
and the sleepy look his eyes had. I was starting to get wet.
“Mate, I smell your arousal and if you don’t stop, I will have to finish,” he growled. I gasped and went to get up, but his arm was stopping me. “I don’t want to do anything that you do not want to do, so I am going to be a good wolf.” He pulled me back to him, kissing the side of my head. His kisses are so sweet and turn me on even more. How long can I hold back before we mate? With him looking this sexy in the morning, I don’t think that I would be able to wait very long.
“Woman, you are tormenting me here,” he growled again, pulling me closer and inhaling my scent. I could feel something hard pressing up against my leg. My eyes popped open and looked at him in surprise. “See what you are doing to me, mate,” he growled, nipping at my marking spot. I giggled and rolled over to get up. Before I got up, Greg placed his hand on the side of my cheek, turned my head, and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I thought I was going to explode. I had a euphoria going through my entire body, wanting more. But I didn’t want to
move too fast with him yet.
“Will you please let me up so I can use the bathroom?” I asked him nicely. He gave me one more kiss and then let me go. I ran to the bathroom and shut the door. s**t! That wolf is going to drive me insane by the end of the day! I did my business and went back out into the bedroom. He was up, checking his phone. Greg looked up at me, smiled, put his phone down, and walked over to me. He gently put his arms around my waist, kissing me again. Damn, he can do that all day if he wants to! My legs were starting to get weak as he gently kissed me, wanting more. I could feel his tongue sweep across my lips, wanting to enter. I slightly opened my lips for him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing with mine. We kissed like this for a minute before he broke the kiss, allowing me to breathe. Wow, my knees were weak, and grateful that Greg was holding me. If not, I would have dropped to the ground with that kiss.
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“First kiss?” he asked. I nodded yes, still reeling from the kiss. He chuckled and gave me a peck on the lips before letting me go and heading to the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a shower, and we’ll head to the dining room when we are both ready,” he said. I walked to the closet, grabbing a blue maxi dress with flip–flops. I waited for him to get out of the shower, but Winter was starting to invade my thoughts.
“Let’s join him in the shower,” she commented lightheartedly. “I know you want to see what he looked like naked.” My wolf is horny. Oh, great.
“I don’t think that he would be able to control himself if I did,” I replied worriedly.
“Deacon has already told me that they will behave and act gentlemanly to you. They know that you are not ready yet,” she answered.
“I don’t know, after that kiss, I do not if I could behave,” I scoffed. Winter laughed and went
back to the back of my mind. Oh, f**k it, it is going to happen one of these days. It might as well be today. I opened the bathroom door and walked in. He had his back to me in the shower, letting the water run down his back. I took off my tank top and bottoms, opened up the shower door, and walked in. I walked up to him, placing my hands on his tattooed back, and running them up and down his back. He stiffened up a bit but did not move. I moved closer, running my hands to his chest, and pressing myself against him. He stood there while I explored his body, touching his rock–hard muscles. His breathing picked up a bit and he was fighting to turn around and take me right then and there. I stopped what I was doing and went to grab a washcloth. I saw his body sitting there on the shelf, so I grabbed it, put some soap
on the washcloth, and started to wash his body. I washed his back first, down to his ass, and the back of his legs. When I was done, he turned around so I could wash the front of him. f**k, I just met this man, and I am soaking wet down there. His body is like a sculpture’s creation, with the chiseled pecks, large arm muscles that look like they could snap a man in half, and
the deep, chiseled eight–pack abs that you can tell he works out hard every day. I went down.
even further to the deep V–cut into his pelvic area. I took a look at his c**k and my eyes grew
wide. He is huge! I don’t know if I am going to take all of it in me when it is time. I heard him
groan, and I looked at him standing there with his eyes closed, taking it all in. He was fighting
with himself not to take me right there in the shower. After I washed him, I rinsed the
washcloth and put my soap on it. Greg took it from my hands and told me that it was his turn.
Greg’s POV
My mate is going to be the death of me. She has me so aroused that I am fighting with both
myself and Deacon not to take her and mate with her in the shower. That got me so turned on that I needed some kind of relief. Tovi got done washing my body, rinsing the washcloth, and
putting her body wash on it. As she started to get it lathered up, I took it from her hands,
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telling her that it was my turn to wash her. I told her to turn around, but she was reluctant to
because of her scars. I placed my hands on her shoulders, gently turned to her, and whispered
in her ear, “You are still beautiful, even with these scars. These scars show that you have gone
through one hell of a battle, and you have won. They prove that you are one hell of a fighter
and do not give up.” I started running the washcloth down her back, kissing her scars as I
went down. Tovi started to breathe a bit harder as I was going down. I washed her nice, round
ass that I cannot wait to grab while I am buried deep inside of her. Then I worked my way
down to long, sculpted legs that would look good wrapped around me. I got done washing her backside, stood up, and gently kissed the nape of her neck, making her shudder. She moaned, making me harder. I had her turn around so I could do the front. I washed her neck, placing a kiss on her marking spot. Down to her shoulders and her chest. Her t**s are a nice size, I am guessing a C cup. Her n*****s were perky and as I gently scrubbed her t**s, I tilted my head down to kiss her. She moaned in my mouth as I was playing with each n****e, squeezing, and pulling. She started to pant; her arousal was more pronounced. Slowly, I moved down to her flat stomach, imagining seeing her pregnant with my pups. Then, I get to her core. I slowly started touching her, rubbing her clit. Her moaning got louder, as she whimpered my name. I drop the washcloth, rubbing her clit even more. She started to moan even more. I crashed my lips against hers, wanting her so badly. She moved her hand to my c**k, rubbing it up and down. I was on the verge of cumming, but that put me over the edge. I moved my hand to the warmth of her core. Pulling back from our kiss, I looked at her, wanting permission. She nodded and I slid a finger in her. She moaned, panting, about to become unglued. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her, slightly hooked, so I could hit her G–spot, wanting her to have an orgasm and c*m all over my hand. Tovi started moaning louder, saying my name, and cussing at the same time. I slid another finger into her and started to go faster, playing with her clit with my thumb. The panting increases as she grabs my hair, her moaning getting
louder and louder.
“Greg, I think I am getting close!” she moaned. We were both getting close to our orgasms and when her wall muscles tightened around my fingers, I knew it was time. We both c*m together, she is screaming my name, and I am grunting as I c*m. I started to lap up her juices, tasting how good she was. Her legs were shaky from her orgasm, so I held her legs until she was steady and able to stand on her own.
Traci Cheeseman
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