Dante stroked her arms. “Do you want to take a shower to warm up before I warm you up?”
“You’ve already succeeded there, but a shower does sound nice.”
He took her hand again and walked toward a doorway that presumably opened into the attached bathroom. Her suspicions became confirmed when she crossed the threshold and spotted the commode and granite-topped sink. Dante pulled back the fabric curtain fronting the large shower stall and cranked on the faucet. Soon a comforting cloud of steam enveloped the cozy space. He unbuttoned his shirt, putting to rest her silent curiosity over whether he’d join her for some bath-time fun.
Her appreciative stare roved over the sculpted planes of his chest before her hands followed suit. “I missed getting to feel all this yummy wolf meat when we were in your truck earlier.”
His lips twitched. “Wolf meat?”
“Hey, I let you get away with the pussy crack. Deal with it.”
“Fair enough, but I think you’re neglecting the meatiest part of me.”
She coasted her palm down his chiseled abdomen, following the happy trail to the waistband of his jeans. “Hmm, how absentminded of me.”
“Not to mention cruel.”
“Can’t have that.” Dropping to her knees, she inched his zipper down and freed his cock. Its fat, rosy head bobbed enticingly. Taking advantage of the invitation, she swirled her tongue over the satiny gland, leisurely licking him as if he were a tasty ice-cream cone. Dante tunneled his fingers through her hair and moaned. Encouraged by the husky sound, she sucked more of him into her mouth, reveling in the way he thickened and lengthened even more. Gliding her fingers down the column of his shaft, she traced every ridge and vein before cupping his balls. She increased her suction as she drew back toward the crown of his cock.
A shudder trembled through Dante, and his grip in her hair reflexively clenched. Glancing upward, she watched the strain tightening his features. There was something immensely sexy about bringing an alpha like Dante to the edge of control. She bobbed her head faster, giving him no quarter. Desperate grunts and groans shook from him as his knees wobbled. “Christ. Lilly, I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
Grinning inside, she took a slow, deep swallow that had him cursing and sweating. Her free hand traveled to his backside and traced the crease of his tensed buttocks. Unable to resist, she rubbed his puckered hole. He came with a startled shout, his hips jerking.
Once his cock finished spurting down her throat, she gently disengaged and gave him a saucy wink. “Like that, did you?”
“You have a world of payback coming your way, pussycat.”
“Promises, promises.”
Growling, he swept her into his arms and climbed into the shower. She squealed in outrage when he dunked her directly beneath the spray. Sputtering, she slicked her sopping hair away from her eyes. “Mean, wolfman.”
“What? I like getting you wet.” An evil chuckle accompanied his double entendre. Placing her on her feet, he reached for the bar of woodsy-scented soap resting on the caddy and lathered up his palms. The first area he began washing was her breasts, of course. He took considerably longer than necessary to suds and rinse her nipples before offering the same methodical devotion to her pussy.
She was slightly surprised—and disappointed—that instead of bending her against the shower wall and filling her with his cock, he dialed off the faucet and grabbed one of the large fluffy towels from the nearby hook. He took care of drying her off before seeing to his own dripping frame. She snorted when he scooped her into his arms again. “You know, I do have a pair of functioning legs.”
“Yeah, but this way I get to cop some cheap feels.” He carried her into the bedroom and stopped abruptly. She tracked his gaze to the bed and spotted his Great Dane sprawled in the middle of the mattress rooting through the bag Dante had brought in from his truck.
“Chevy!”
Dante’s thunderous growl must have spooked the dog because a startled, muffled woof came from inside the bag before Chevy leapt from the bed and skidded across the floor, streaking blindly for the exit. Somehow he managed to make it into the hallway without crashing into anything.
Grumbling, Dante lowered her to her feet again and stalked after the dog. Bemused and fighting back a giggle, she crossed to the bed and parked her butt on its edge. After a moment, Dante’s pounding footsteps and curses stopped. She strained to hear any further noise but was cut short by Dante’s sudden appearance in the doorway. He gave her a chagrined look. “I put him in the cage. Hopefully that’ll be the last interruption we’ll have tonight.”
Her focus dipped to the strange wand gripped in his hand. It took her a moment to recognize what it was. Once she did, she crossed her arms over her chest and snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding. That’s your experiment?”
“Yep. Gonna test the theory on how many ways I can make you purr.”
“I had no idea you were such a kinky bastard. Anything else in the bag I should be aware of? Catnip? Tender Vittles?”
His gait predatory, Dante prowled toward her. “You’re the only tender vittle I’m interested in, kitten.”
She eyed the cat toy with disdain. “I mean it, I’m not playing with that damn thing.”
“I know.” His expression properly wolfish, Dante scooted her farther up the bed and leaned over her. “But I am.” He ducked his head and stroked his tongue across her nipple. Just as she became distracted by the delicious rasps and whorls he was inflicting on the pebbled peak, a teasing flutter grazed her other nipple. She yelped and wiggled, trying to both escape and increase the tormenting tickle provided by the bundle of feathers.
A wicked laugh rumbled from Dante. “Like that, do you?”
The bastard would use her own taunt against her. Leaning up on one elbow, he directed the feathers in a lazy crawl down her quivering stomach. The sensation was maddening and arousing as hell. She squirmed, panting. “Dante!”
“What, precious?” The twitch of his lips belied his innocent expression.
She’d find a way to make him suffer. He had to sleep some time. Then vengeance would be hers. “Touch me.”
“I am.” He bobbed the feathers across her bellybutton, making her arch. “See?”
“You know that isn’t where I meant, you rotten jerk.”
“No? Can’t imagine what other destination you had in mind.”
“I’m going to kill you for this.”
“Before or after I give you a brain-detonating orgasm?”
She paused to consider her options. “Afterwards. But I better see damn fireworks, or there will be hell to pay.”
“Don’t get your tail in a twist, baby. I aim to please.” He flicked his wrist, sending the feathers skating across her mound. She whimpered in frustration and glared at Dante. Ignoring her incinerating gaze, he danced the toy along her inner thigh, making her shiver. The feathers floated upward again, a delicate brushstroke caressing her skin. She trembled in need as the toy hovered just out of reach of her clit before ghosting along the sensitive juncture of her groin and hip.
“Please.” She barely whispered the word, but apparently Dante still heard it.
His gaze trekked to hers. Holding her stare, he finally let the toy kiss across her clit. The soft, teasing stroke was almost enough to make her succumb to an instantaneous climax. Her fingers dug into the bedcovers, her back bowing. Dante’s thumb grazed a circle around her nipple. The combined sensations were enough to topple her over the precipice. She cried out as the orgasm crested into a million dazzling pinpoints of pleasure exploding throughout every cell in her body.