Chapter 185

Ava

I snapped my eyes open at the sound of the door creaking, my hand immediately moving away from my groin. My cheeks flushed red as I saw a tall figure emerge from the steam, followed by a tawny head of hair and a pair of green eyes.

“Ava. There you are.”

Chris approached the edge of the pool in a plush robe with a towel tucked under his arm, his eyes scanning me. My nude body was hidden beneath the water, although I couldn’t help but wonder if he had seen me touching myself.

“Were you looking for me?” I asked a bit hoarsely, watching as he shrugged off his robe and laid it over a nearby bench. The sight of the taut muscles in his back made my cheeks redden even more, although I could at least attribute that to the hot water.

Chris shook his head and slipped into the water beside me with a weary sigh. “I figured you’d be in here,” he said, shutting his eyes for a moment and letting his head lean back on the marble edge. “Goddess, this feels good.”

I nodded, sinking down into the water again until it came up to my chin. My thoughts from before still lingered, and I found myself gazing at the outline of Chris’s chiseled chest muscles.

As though sensing my gaze, he snapped his eyes open and cast me a sidelong glance.

“Take a picture,” he said, a lopsided smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “It’ll last longer.”

I quickly looked away and cleared my throat. “Sorry.”

“What were you doing in here, anyway?” he asked, scooching a little closer so that our knees touched under the water. Even that innocuous touch was enough to send a shiver up my spine, and there was no hiding the jolt that ran through me.

Before I could answer, Chris’s eyes flashed with mischief. He moved around beneath the water, coming to cage me between his body and the wall of the pool. I turned my head away again, clenching my jaw tightly.

“I was bathing,” I said. “This is a bathhouse, after all.”

Chris’s smirk grew into an ear-to-ear grin. “Is that really it?” Quickly, his hand moved beneath the water to cup the inner side of my thigh, causing my face to turn into a ripe tomato. “Or were you fantasizing?”

My stomach tightened at his words, instinctively squirming as his fingers moved further up my thigh. I opened my mouth to tell him that I was doing no such thing, but it was too late; his fingers finally came to rest on my groin, and there was no denying the slick wetness and slight swelling that waited for him there.

“It’s… been a while, alright?” I muttered, batting my eyelashes. “I can’t help it.”

Chris, leaning forward slightly, began to move his fingers in slow circles. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmured, his voice husky in my ear. “What were you imagining?”

I squirmed again beneath his touch and looked over at the bench where he had thrown his robe. “I was thinking about your body pressed up against mine,” I admitted. “And carrying me over to that bench.”

Chris followed my gaze. His eyelids dropped a little, his tongue instinctively darting out to wet his lips. Leaning closer, he pressed a damp kiss to my earlobe, then nibbled it slightly as his fingers began to work faster.

“Tell me more,” he groaned into my ear.

I swallowed hard, barely even able to speak with the way he was making me feel. When I finally managed to find the right words, they came out hoarse and strained.

“I was imagining you slipping inside of me,” I whispered.

“Go on…”

“And…” Another whimper as his fingers began to slip into me, thick and warm. “And your lips kissing my breasts…”

“Like this?” With his free hand, Chris cupped one of my breasts and lifted it up just enough so that my nipple poked above the water. Dipping his head, he flicked his tongue across my nipple until it started to become hard, and then peppered soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses across the top of my breast.

I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me at the sensation of his tongue on my breasts and his fingers working into me. Nodding, I muttered, “Just like that.”

Gently, Chris worked his fingers a little deeper and faster, his tongue and lips leaving scorching trails along my neck, breasts, and collarbone, until I was practically aching for more. Then, he slipped his fingers back out and pulled his hand out of the water.

“Open,” he muttered.

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I parted my lips, allowing him to slip his fingers into my mouth so I could taste the sweetness. As I did, my hand shot out beneath the water to grip his member, which was already hard and throbbing. A growl rumbled in his throat as I began to stroke him, my tongue swirling and winding around his fingers.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth and rose from the water. Rivers of hot water washed off of him, leaving his body glistening in their wake. When he had risen to his full height, his member stood just inches from my face, pulsing ever so slightly with anticipation.

Once again, I parted my lips to take him into my mouth—but before I could, he shook his head and wrapped both arms around my waist, picking me up out of the water with ease. In a few long strides, he carried me over to the bench and laid me down, using his robe as cushion against the hard marble.

“It has been too long, you know,” he murmured as he began stroking the head of his cock along the wetness between my legs. “I might not last as long as I usually do.”

I smirked, stifling a whimper as he began to push inside of me. “We shouldn’t take too long, anyway. We could get caught.”

Chris grinned, gently but firmly slipping himself inside. I was so wet and slick that he slid right in despite the water, eliciting guttural groans of pleasure from both of us.

As he moved with me beneath him, his arms coming tightly around my waist to hold me fast against the bench, I could feel my wolf singing with joy inside of me.

Written in the stars, Patricia had said, her words echoing in my mind.

I arched my back, throwing my head back and letting out a howl that echoed through the entire bathhouse.

Maybe she was right.

…

Chris let out one last, final shudder as he finished himself inside of me. The throbbing sensation was almost overwhelming, and I could physically feel the blush coloring my cheeks as he pulled out.

“You’re a goddess,” he muttered, turning and grabbing his towel off of the bench. “A fucking goddess. The way you howled like that… unreal.”

I couldn’t help but grin as I sat up, my legs still aching and quivering from an ecstasy that I hadn’t felt in far too long. “You’re one to talk,” I replied as I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around my nude body, which had gone dry by now. “I’ll need another bath after that.”

Chris eyed me with a husky look in his gaze. “If you get naked in front of me again, I won’t be help to help myself—”

Suddenly, his words were cut off by the sound of the door opening. We both turned to see a maid in a pristine black and white uniform step into the room, looking around cautiously. “Alpha Chis?” she called out, keeping her gaze averted. “Luna Ava? Are you in here?”

“Over here,” Chris replied, drying his hair with another towel.

The maid’s gaze snapped over to us, her cheeks instantly reddening upon seeing Chris’s nearly-nude body; his towel hung loosely around his hips, that distinct ‘V’ shape of his waist on prominent display. Even my neck flushed at how brazenly he faced the maid, clearly not caring if she deduced what we had just been up to.

“My apologies,” she said, quickly averting her gaze again. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No worries. What do you need?”

The maid cleared her throat and straightened. “Alpha Bernard and Luna Clara would like to invite you to a private dinner tonight.”