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    Part of me was screaming that I should run, but he wasn't some crude, primitive thing, more wolf than human, forcing himself on me. He was different.
    Finally he reached down and hooked a thumb over the top of my panties, dragging them down and grazing his thumb across my skin, lower and lower, until I shuddered just a little, and he smiled, satisfied.
    "There," Connor said, standing just inches away from me, "now we're equals."
    It was a surreal experience, standing there completely naked with another person. The strangest part about it though was that I felt no embarrassment or unease about it, like I normally would have. Connor was completely serene and confident, and it was rubbing off on me. Here, after so many years of running and being afraid, was a place where I could be vulnerable, and safe. And I was more grateful than words could describe for that moment of serenity with him.
    He stepped away then, and turned on the shower, testing the water with his hand until he was satisfied. Then he came back to me, silently took my hand and led me in to the shower. He didn't say a single word, just picked up a bottle of shampoo, got a lather going in his hands, then turned me around and began to give me the most sensual head massage I had ever experienced. I never wanted it to end. But eventually he directed me forward, under the stream of hot water, and washed all the shampoo out. Then he repeated it all with the conditioner, and by that point I was total putty in his hands.
    I figured then, surely, he would kiss me at least, but he only smiled and picked up a wash cloth, lathered it with soap and began to rub it gently but firmly over my entire body, washing away the layers of dirt and sweat that had built up since the last opportunity I had had to get clean. When had that been? Weeks. I couldn't even remember.
    He started with my hands, and worked his way slowly up one arm, then the other, before he moved on to my chest, lingering for awhile on my breasts as I just stood there and moaned a little under my breath. After he was absolutely certain that my breasts were completely clean he gently turned me around and cleaned my back, drifting lower and lower, until finally he was dragging the wash cloth up and down my butt, caressing me long after I was clean.
    Then he squatted and rubbed my legs down, and by that point I was completely lost in how good it all felt, the careful attention he seemed to pay to every inch of my body. I couldn't get enough. Then he spun me around again. There was just one place that he hadn't gotten to yet.
    He smiled wickedly, then slowly slid the washcloth down my stomach, inching down past my belly button, across my lower abdomen, until finally his fingers drifted down my mound and cupped between my legs, pressing firmly in to my lips, and I let out a little shudder and a gasp. He kept staring in to my eyes the entire time, seeming to love every little reaction on my face as he toyed with me.
    He slowly built up a rhythm, rocking his hand back and forth, grinding the washcloth in to me, never taking his eyes off my face. I leaned back against the shower wall and opened my legs up a little, reveling in the feeling of this gorgeous man having his way with me. I wanted him so badly. I had tried to resist it, told myself I would be careful, but the way he had eased me in to this had been perfect. I didn't trust male werewolves, but he had shown me that I could trust him. And I did.
    I had closed my eyes, comfortable in my surrender to being with him, and was lost in the movement of his hand, when he pulled it away, and put the washcloth down. "I think you're clean," he said.
    I didn't feel the least bit clean though, and I definitely hadn't wanted him to stop. After I had finally gotten over my distrust, and had decided that I was ready, he was just going to stop! "Wait..." I said, not understanding, reaching a hand out for him as turned off the shower and stepped out on to the marble