Chapter 18 SHOWERING TOGETHER
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LYRA
No matter what I said to convince them that I didn't need to sleep in their rooms, they didn’t listen.
Damien had left to make some important calls, and something told me it had to do with the mysterious man who was after me.
“I really don't think this is necessary,” I tried to object one last time but got the same response.
“It is. Someone has been sneaking in and out of the pack house without our knowledge. There’s obviously a mole in the pack. Until we figure out who it is, you have to be with one of us at all times.”
I knew he was right, but I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with any of them. Not because I was scared, but because I knew I might not be able to control my desire when we were together somewhere as intimate as a bed.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked again once I was in his room.
He nodded and handed me one of his shirts. “Take a shower and put this on. I’ll be waiting for you here.”
I shuffled on my feet, feeling awkward. He smirked, raising a brow. “What are you waiting for? The bathroom is right there. Do you want me to come with you?”
I shrieked, redness crawling up my cheeks. I turned around and practically sprinted into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I rested against it, still blushing from his teasing. His scent on the shirt was driving me and my wolf crazy. I took a deep sniff, feeling like a creep. Jumping into the shower, I cranked the heat up, hoping to wash away all of today’s drama.
When it was time to wash my hair, I closed my eyes, but the image of Adrian’s distressed face flashed in my mind. I quickly opened them, and shampoo entered my eyes, burning me. I rinsed it out with water and reached out to grab the towel. In the process, I slipped and fell.
Luckily, I didn’t fall on my stomach, which meant my child was safe. I tried to stand up, only to feel excruciating pain in my left limb.
On the second attempt, I screamed because the pain had become unbearable.
Damian’s yells could be heard from outside the bathroom door. He tugged on the handle, wanting to pull it open. I was grateful I had locked the door before taking my bath. He would have walked in on me completely naked.
My relief didn’t last long because, the next second, I heard the door being unlocked. He had a spare key. I should have suspected it.
“Don’t come in! I’m naked!” I yelled, trying to cover myself, but my words fell on deaf ears.
He barged into the bathroom. I tried to cover my body, but he rolled his eyes and helped me up.
I felt awkward and tried to cover myself again. He hissed and brushed my hands away. “Stop covering up. I’m your mate.”
I blushed, avoiding his gaze. He carried me out of the bathtub to finish washing me since my body was still soapy.
“I can take it from here,” I said when he picked up the loofah.
I tried to take it from him, but he swatted my hands away. “You just sprained your ankle. Stop trying to do things on your own. Let me help you,” he grumbled.
“This would have been avoided if you’d just let me come in with you. We could’ve had a really fun shower,” he added, wiggling his brows with a teasing smile.
I blushed harder, playfully hitting his arm. “Stop embarrassing me.”
He laughed, slowly washing my body with the loofah.
I held my breath, watching his hands move over my body. Heat crawled through me in places I didn’t want it to, and my body reacted on its own under his careful touches.
When he got to my chest, he paused and looked at me. “Can I?” he asked softly.
My heart melted because he asked for permission before doing anything.
I nodded, unable to speak due to the tension in my body. He slowly began cleaning me there, and it felt both soothing and pleasurable at the same time.
I couldn’t explain it, but I felt so safe, and yet so hot.
I tried to stifle a moan. When he went from washing to gently massaging, the sound escaped before I could stop it. My attention was only focused on the pleasure and comfort of his touch.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, making heat pool at my core.
I didn’t just like it. I loved it. But I wasn’t going to admit that.
When I didn’t respond, he stopped, and I quickly begged, “Don’t stop, please. It feels good.”
He chuckled but obeyed, continuing with slow, gentle strokes.
My breasts had been growing heavier, often aching, but this was the most relief I’d felt in a while.
I ached, but it wasn’t pain, it was pure, heated pleasure. I wanted more but didn’t know how to ask, so I just let him move at his own pace.
When he was done, he moved to the other parts of my body, my back, my face, and when he washed my stomach, he placed a kiss on it.
My eyes welled up at the thoughtfulness of that small act, and in that moment, I felt nothing but gratitude to the Moon Goddess for mating me with someone like Damian.
He didn’t care that the child wasn’t his.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He smiled. “It’s my duty.”
As his hands moved lower, I looked down in anticipation. Was he going to touch me there too?
Just as he got close, the door burst open. I screamed, rushing to cover myself, but Damian was already in front of me, shielding my body with his.
There was no cause for alarm, though. It was Damien. His nose flared when he saw me. Desire, hunger, and a hint of jealousy flashed across his face before he returned to his usual blank expression.
“Someone is here to see you, Lyra.”