When he lifted his head, those steel gray eyes met her own gaze, and though she couldn’t sense any particular emotion from him, rather than lashing at her, his lust seemed to surround her, almost comforting instead.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked him instead. “All these years we’ve messaged, why didn’t you tell me you were my mate? You knew. I know you did.”
He gave a quick, firm nod. “I knew. I’ve known since I first saw you and caught your scent flowing toward me. And I think I showed remarkable restraint in waiting to claim you.”
He chose that moment to move into the roomy shower, taking up space, surrounding her with his scent, with his hunger, as his larger body blocked the shower spray.
But he still hadn’t answered her question, and she would have demanded the answer again if the need for him wasn’t swamping her.
She fought to breathe, to hold back all the needs and sensations, the hunger beating at her, pushing past control, confusion and fear and reaching out to him.
Oh God, she ached for him. Needed his touch as she’d never needed anything before him.
So much power filled his hard body, more than was normal for most Breed males. Broad shoulders, hard biceps, golden flesh stretched across his chest and down his lean, muscular abs. Honed strength by training and necessity, each inch of his body built for endurance and in prime, peak condition.
Between his thighs, his engorged cock stood out from his body, the mushroom-shaped crest and heavily veined shaft throbbing in arousal. She’d heard Wolf and Coyote Breed males were exceptionally endowed, but until Dog, she hadn’t seen proof of it. That hard flesh was thick, powerful and imposing, like the Breed possessing it.
Water sluiced down his body, the steam infusing with the scent of his lust and of the male facing her. Heated, redolent of the desert itself, a whisper of safety, a hint of a storm. Enduring. Alive.
She licked her lips at the remembered taste of him filling her, taking her.
She’d deal with his name later. For now, this need for him was clawing at her, destroying her.
“What do you want, mate?” His fingers slid into the sodden length of her hair as he gripped his shaft with the other hand. “Or shall I help you decide?”
It didn’t take much pressure to push her to her knees.
She remembered how he’d pressed his cock to her lips in that hotel room, the taste of him, and suddenly, she was beyond desperate for more. She was dying for him.
Her lips parted as the broad crest pressed against them, her tongue catching the essence of the mating hormone seeping from the glands beneath it as her mouth closed over the wide crest.
Silk over steel. The dark, plum-shaped crest pulsed, the slight taste of the pre-seminal fluid infusing her senses.
A helpless moan welled from her throat as she sucked him in eagerly. Her lips closing over his hard flesh, drawing on it and giving herself up to the Heat flaming through her body.
“That’s it, mate. Suck me.” Her mouth tightened at the explicit growl, her hand lifting, covering his where he gripped his hard flesh.
Thick, throbbing, his cock head filled her mouth as she worked it over, thrusting in shallow strokes past her lips as he stared down at her, his expression savage with lust.
She couldn’t hold back her moans as his hand moved from beneath hers, allowing her to stroke the thick stalk as she milked the sensitive head with her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair, tugged at it as another flex of the broad crest gave her another heady taste of the hormone-rich pre-seminal ejaculation.
Her body sensitized further at the taste, her mouth becoming greedier.
“Cassie … ah hell … your sweet mouth …” The inherent growl in his voice only made her want more, the sound of his pleasure as she took him goading her further.
She worked her tongue over the thick crest, hungry for more of him. His taste, his need for her, the hunger for him rising ever higher. She ached for him, his ragged groans, the explicit words fueled by his need.
“Fuck! Yes …” The sound was a snarl of pleasure as she managed to take him deeper. “That’s it, baby … so damned good.”
The roughening sound of his voice, the brutal need filling it, edged her own need to a critical level.
She took the engorged rest as deep as possible as another pulse of his pre-cum coated the back of her mouth, easing it. She worked her tongue against the sensitive underside, her own moans impossible to hold back.
Each shallow stroke took him nearly to her throat now. Thrusting in and pulling back, each impalement controlled even as she rapidly lost her ability to restrain herself.
The sound of their heavy breathing mingled with the shower and that of her mouth on his cock, greedily taking each thrust as his movements increased. His hands tightened in her hair, his breathing rapidly becoming more ragged.
“Ah hell, Cassie.” His groan was a rumbled sound of pleasure.