Thear the whisper of clothes being removed, and I can imagine that powerful, tall, and well-built body completely bare.
For some reason, the urge to see every inch of his skin floods my senses.
I fantasize about how his manhood might lookthe shape, the color, the sizeand I swallow hard at the images my heated mind is conjuring.
Tlower my head, feeling a little embarrassed.
I need to control myself, or my scent will betray me.
Were mates, and just as that lustful aroma of apples and honey is affecting me, I know very well that he can sense my desires too.
The bond between mates is something far too serious.
I dont even know this man, yet I feel hopelessly drawn to him.
His bare footsteps echo on the tiles, and I decide to stand up and show some autonomy.
Im blindso what? Im not some helpless woman who cant even take a bath on her own.
However, as I stand too quickly from the bench and take a step forward, my foot slips on the moisture created by the steam in the room.
Ilost my balance, falling forward, desperately searching for something to hold onto.
I didnt know this place, my hands flailed in the air with nothing to grasp.
Ibraced myself for the impact that never came.
My hands finally anchored onto strong shoulders.
His large, masculine hands gripped my waist possessively, my breasts pressed against his chest, and in my sensitive abdomen, something warm and semi-erect pulsed against me.
---- Inearly moaned in pleasure when the tip of my nose brushed against his damp, sweet skin, tempting me to lick and devour it.
Oh Goddess, what is this man doing to me? "Thank you," I whispered, trying to pull away slightly, my palms pressed against his chest.
"Tell me, Gabrielle, why is it so hard for you to let me help you? Is being mated to me that unpleasant?" his voice murmured above my head, his hands tightening around my waist, holding me closer while slowly caressing my lower back.
Iconsidered saying something harshI never liked explaining my actions to anyonebut for some reason, the sadness in his tone stopped me.
I didnt want to hurt him unnecessarily.
I wasnt that much of a bitch.
"I...
I've always been used to doing everything on my own.
I never liked depending on others," I confessed against his chest, falling silent for a few seconds.
There was still another truth to admit, but I pressed my lips together and said nothing, keeping it to myself.
«Of course it's not unpleasant.
Any woman would die to be your mate.
The problem isnt youits me» Iknew he was waiting for my answer, but after a few moments, he just sighed and leaned down, lifting me once again in his arms, princess- style.
"Tcan" "I know you can, that you're a super-powerful Selenia.
But I don't care about that.
In my eyes, you're my woman and my mate.
Ill do anything for you, no matter how much you push me away," he silenced all my protests.
He carried me to the edge of the bathtub and gently lowered me into the medicinal water.
I thought it would be too hot, but it was surprisingly pleasant, and as I submerged myself, all the discomfort slowly faded away.
"Mmmm," I couldnt help but moan in satisfaction as every pore of my body soaked in the nature-infused magic.
I realized Id been too expressivehe had gone stiff, staring at me.
I didnt need my powers to smell his arousal and deep desire, which only awakened my own.
This bath was going to be torture.
"Lean back carefully," he instructed just as I was about to tell him he could leave.
"For what?" "I need to wash your hair, but the bandage on your eyes cant get wet," his deep, husky voice echoed through the room.
"Tcan" "Gabrielle.
direction.
"We can do this all dayyou refusing, and me insisting.
You " his hand firmly cupped my cheeks, tilting my head in his say you're so mature and ancient, but right now, youre acting like a spoiled little girl." He spoke seriously, his tone rough, and I had to admit I was being difficult.
But it was so hard to accept that I needed help.
Whether I admitted it or not, I needed him right now.
---- Sighing, I slowly leaned back, and he helped me rest my head on the rounded edge of the tub, where a soft towel cushioned my neck.
I listened to him moving around the room, unsure if it was all prepared by the sorceress or if he had done it himself.
My ears stayed alert, sensing him behind me.
I tensed when the first scoop of water was poured over my hair, hanging over the edge of the tub.
"Is it too hot?" "N-no," I replied, a bit nervous.
No man had ever treated me with such carenot even my previous mate.
Something gel-like poured onto my scalp, smelling of strawberries, and then his long fingers began to massage gently and slowly.
The pleasurable tingling made me relax despite the situation.
He rinsed my hair with water and lathered it again, his hand resting on my forehead each time to prevent any water from dripping onto my bandages.
He warned me before every step.
My heart pounded in my chest, and that familiar fluttering sensation stirred in my belly.
"Youve lived for centuries and even have a grown daughter.
Stop acting like a blushing virgin." I scolded myself, annoyed at how much I was enjoying this Lycans attentiveness.
Why are you so good at washing a womans hair? Did you do this for your past lovers?" I teased, trying to strike up a conversation and distract myself.
---- Why? Are you jealous that you're not the first?" he suddenly leaned down, his breath warming my sensitive ear.
"Tm not dumb enough to think a man like you didnt have other women before," I shrugged, but the thought of him doing this for another female of his kind left a bitter taste in my mouth.
What do you mean bya man like me?" he asked, and I decided to be honestwhy beat around the bush?