Chapter 94 His Hands on Her Scars

Chapter 94 His Hands on Her Scars
"So, this is how it is?"

Shax was now standing right behind her. They were so close that his hot breath brushed against the back of Michelle's neck. He stared straight down, penetrating her defenses in the reflection of the sink mirror.

"You... traded your healing abilities for the ability to hide your scent?"

His thumb found the laceration on the back of her shoulder. He rubbed it gently at first, then pressed slightly harder into the surrounding flesh.

Michelle winced, squeezing her eyes shut to endure the sharp sting that tangled with a sudden, dark fluttering in her stomach.

"I didn't know anything about ability exchanges," she whispered hoarsely. "From the beginning, my healing process has always been slow. And one day... I realized I could simply suppress my scent."

Instead of replying, Shax grabbed Michelle's wrist. He turned the small palm over in the bathroom light. His brows dipped sharply.

The skin on Michelle's palm felt as rough as sandpaper. Cracked, covered in calluses, and tiny tears.

"You... were carrying Skai with this hand?" Shax growled.

She jerked her hand away. But a Beta's reflexes were far more lethal. In an instant, Shax's fingers were back around Michelle's wrist, gripping it tightly, his eyes demanding an answer.

"Why?!" Michelle looked up, challenging the blazing golden gaze. "I'm sure Skai won't feel how rough my hand is because he's wearing thick clothes!"

Shax's expression froze. His jaw dropped open for a moment before snapping shut.

"That's not what I meant—ha, shit." He let go of her hand, wiping his own face. "Now, go take a shower."

Shax turned his broad frame, taking a large stride toward the door. His hand gripped the metal knob tightly. But the movement stopped completely. His broad shoulders tensed.

"No," he said. He released the doorknob and turned back to Michelle. "I'll give you a shower. So shut up and stay where you are."

Michelle blinked. "What the heck are you, ah!"

Shax's strong arms had already slipped under her knees and back first, lifting her entire weight as easily as a pillow.

"Wait, what? You said you wouldn't—"

"Shut up,"

He took long strides toward the large porcelain bathtub, still dry and cold. He lowered Michelle's body into the bottom with a gentleness that hurt her chest.

As soon as the cold marble touched her bottom, Michelle gasped. He pressed his palms against the edge of the bathtub, trying to lift herself up again. "Hey, let go! I can take a shower myself!"

Her movements were blocked. Shax's hands gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, trapping her petite body between his strong arms. His face dipped down, closing the distance until their lips were almost touching, letting his ragged breath brush against her skin.

"I told you to shut up," Shax whispered hoarsely, sweeping his gaze over Michelle's half-parted lips, "or I'll really kiss you right now."

"Ew."

"Ew?" Shax's brow furrowed sharply.

"How can you even think about kissing in a situation like this?" Michelle retorted quickly, tilting her chin up in defiance. "After seeing what a mess I am? Wounds everywhere, smelling like dirt, and you... tch."

She snorted harshly, turning her face to the side with a low grumble. "You only know how to threaten, don't you? You thug."

Her tirade was cut off the exact second Shax's face swooped down. His lips crashed over hers with a predatory precision that instantly stripped the strength from her bones.

"Ngh!"

He caged her petite frame against the bottom of the bathtub, using his heavy, dominant weight to pin her down.

Michelle's legs thrashed instinctively, kicking at the warm water that was now rapidly pooling from the running faucet. But her splashes were entirely meaningless. Shax's massive body enveloped her completely, swallowing every ounce of her resistance.

He drove his knee between her thighs, pressing intimately against her sensitive entrance, making her gasp into his mouth as her entire body went rigid.

Slowly but surely, the kiss, which had started as a brutal punishment, shifted. Shax's raw aggression melted into a much slower, deeper, and paralyzing rhythm. His lips devoured hers, drinking from her mouth as if he were a dying man finally finding water after years in a barren desert.

Michelle's eyes widened in shock, but as the scorching heat from Shax's body seeped into her wet skin, her eyelids fluttered shut. Her tense shoulder muscles gave out, slumping against the slippery porcelain.

Shax's hot, textured tongue slipped past her parted lips, exploring every inch of her mouth. He tasted her deeply, triggering a violent electric thrill that shot straight down Michelle's spine. As his mouth consumed hers, his large hands went to work.

Not roughly, but with incredibly gentle, stroking pressure, Shax's palm wiped the remaining dirt from Michelle's neck. He moved down to her collarbone, washing her injured shoulder. His rough fingers glided over every curve and curve of Michelle's waist, all the way to her inner thigh.

Michelle's rebellion was extinguished.

Without realizing it, the hands that had been balled into fists to strike him now uncurled. Her trembling fingers crept upward, clutching the thick muscles at the back of Shax's neck before sliding into his dark, wet hair, pulling him closer in an unconscious demand.

The water in the bathtub continued to rise, soaking them both. Yet, the warmth of the bathwater was absolutely nothing compared to the molten heat Shax was generating beneath her skin. Michelle's conscience screamed at her to stop, but her traitorous body surrendered entirely.

Her hips reflexively arched upward, grinding her aching core directly against Shax's hard thigh. It was a shameless, involuntary gesture, begging him to push her limits even further.

Shax let out a raw, guttural groan into her mouth, responding to the friction by pressing his heavy hips flush against hers. Through the soaked fabric of his pants, his thick, straining length throbbed violently against her stomach, desperate for release.

And that was when his hand left her wet skin, moving down to unbutton his pants.