Chapter 261

Chapter 261
Richard

"Good. Now get up and prepare for a shower. I'll find some comfortable clothes for you to wear."

She nodded, and that small act of compliance warmed something deep inside me. She was beginning to accept our guidance again, and my wolf nearly purred with satisfaction.

I went to her closet and selected soft yoga pants, a loose tank top, comfortable underwear, and thick socks. Part of me hoped she'd skip the bra, but I knew I shouldn't push. Today wasn't about my desires; it was about helping Isabella regain her strength, both physically and mentally.

When I entered the bathroom, Isabella had already started the shower. She stood with her back to me, naked, water cascading down her spine. The sight made my wolf restless. Her curves were more pronounced than I remembered, though her weight loss was evident in the sharp edges of her shoulder blades and the too-prominent line of her spine.

I suppressed my desire. She didn't need a fucking pervert right now; she needed love and care. But damn, it was difficult when she looked like that—all pale skin and gentle curves, her hair darkened by water and clinging to her back.

I began undressing, and Isabella turned at the sound. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing as her gaze traveled down my body. I continued deliberately slowly, enjoying her stare. I'd worn jeans that were easy to remove, anticipating this moment.

When I shed the last piece of clothing, Isabella's eyes locked onto my hardening cock. I couldn't control my body's response to her gaze—it had been too long since I'd felt her touch, since I'd been inside her.

"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to ease her tension. "Remember the first night we showered together?"

Recognition flashed in her eyes, excitement and nostalgia mixing in her expression. That night had been magical—her surrender, her trust, her pleasure. We'd connected in a way that transcended the physical.

"It's just... big," she said, voice hoarse. "Hard not to notice."

My heart raced at her playful words. God, I'd missed her. Not just her body, but her spirit—how she could be shy one moment and bold the next, how she rolled her eyes at my arrogance but secretly enjoyed it, how perfectly she fit in my arms.

I stepped into the shower, standing before her, restraining the urge to pull her against me. She had been mine. She had been ours. She would be ours again. I would make sure of it.

Isabella tilted her head back, letting water run through her hair, her breasts inadvertently brushing against me. I watched as the steam brought color back to her cheeks, her lips regaining their pink hue. She was slowly but surely coming back to us.

When she opened her eyes to meet mine, I saw a flash of the old Isabella—that vibrant, passionate woman who had captured the hearts of all three of us. There was a spark there, a challenge, a desire that mirrored my own.

Her breathing quickened, and with a raised eyebrow, her voice held both challenge and invitation: "Well, what are you waiting for?"

My wolf growled within, teetering on the edge between reason and instinct. I stepped forward, water splashing against my broad shoulders, muscles tense beneath the steam, cock fully erect from her gaze, thick and hard, veins prominent, the tip quivering under the hot water's cascade.

"Careful, baby," I warned in a husky voice, "tease me like that, and you might get more than you bargained for." My hand caressed her cheek, thumb brushing across her wet lower lip, feeling her slight tremble.

Isabella didn't back down. Instead, she leaned forward, her breasts nearly touching my chest, nipples grazing my skin with an electric sensation. "Maybe I want more," she whispered, her voice trembling yet filled with longing, eyes shining through the steam, seemingly inviting me to cross that final boundary.

I could no longer restrain myself. One hand gripped the back of her neck, the other sliding to her hip, pulling her firmly against me. My lips crashed onto hers, kissing her fiercely and possessively, my tongue invading her mouth, plundering her sweetness. Isabella moaned softly, hands instinctively clutching my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, igniting a deeper wildness within me.

My hand slid between her legs, gently parting her thighs, fingers exploring her wet folds, feeling the heat and slickness of her core. She gasped at my touch, body trembling slightly, her clit growing more sensitive under my fingertips.

I stroked slowly, feeling her body respond, her omega scent growing stronger, nearly making me growl. My cock pressed against her thigh, its hardness making her cheeks flush deeper.

"Richard..." she moaned my name, voice mingling desire with vulnerability. She lifted one leg, hooking it around my waist, actively pressing her core against my erection, wet folds sliding against the tip of my cock, creating a dizzying sensation.

I growled, lifting her by the hips and pinning her against the shower's tile wall, water flowing between us, adding to the slick intimacy. I entered her slowly, my cock stretching her tightness inch by inch, feeling her warm embrace.

Isabella bit her lower lip, releasing a low moan, hands gripping my back tightly, body shaking with pleasure. Her vagina squeezed around me, each deep thrust drawing more urgent gasps from her, her clit becoming increasingly sensitive with the friction.

"You're mine," I whispered in her ear, voice deep and possessive, teeth gently nipping her earlobe. Her body opened completely to me, her walls contracting with my rhythm, wet fluids flowing down our joined parts, mixing with the hot water.

Isabella's moans gradually transformed into high-pitched gasps, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, nipples becoming more erect in the water flow. She tilted her head back, amber eyes half-closed, face flushed with a healthy glow, lips restored to their enticing pink. "I... faster..." she panted urgently.

I increased my pace, each thrust deeper and more powerful, my cock moving in and out of her, rubbing against her sensitive inner walls, bringing her waves of pleasure. My hands gripped her ass firmly, fingertips digging into her skin, leaving faint red marks.

Isabella's moans turned to screams, her body suddenly tensing, vagina contracting violently as she reached her climax. Her fluids gushed forth, mixing with the hot water, and feeling her release triggered my own pleasure peak. I growled as I came inside her, filling her core with my seed.

We held each other breathlessly in the water stream, my forehead pressed against hers, red eyes gradually returning to normal. Isabella's breathing slowly steadied, a satisfied smile on her face. "Thank the moon goddess," I whispered, kissing her forehead, "our girl is back."

Isabella laughed softly, her voice hoarse yet full of life: "Don't get too cocky, Richard... I never said I'd always be this obedient."

I grinned, eyes flashing with playfulness: "Well, we'll just have to see about that, baby."