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that needed to be said first wouldn’t be.
    But what the hell was he going to say? You’re mine, I’m claiming you, and the hell with any regrets you have afterwards? Was he really prepared to tell her everything, all the secrets that would make her turn away from him when he’d finally touched her, tasted her, been inside her? He didn’t think he would survive that rejection, so he made a decision. The wrong one, he acknowledged, but he couldn’t make himself care enough to stop.
    Stripping quickly, he walked into the bathroom. The shower was on, but she wasn’t in it. With her hands braced on the edge of the counter, she leaned forward, head hung low. She didn’t turn to him when he entered, but she was aware of his presence. Her spine stiffened, and he tried to ignore his jealousy as he approached and still smelled Anthony on her skin. She stood and faced him when he trailed his knuckles down her back.
    “You’re supposed to be in the shower,” he said softly.
    Her expression turned mutinous. “I don’t follow orders well. Remember?”
    Hell yes, he remembered. It was one facet of her personality that had driven him crazy for years. Rather than argue, he picked her up and carried her into the shower. She had it set scalding hot, and he quickly turned it down some before it burned her delicate skin. Then he took the washcloth and soap. Starting with her right foot, he cleaned her. Up one long leg and down the other, ignoring the soft curls between her thighs that drew him like a moth to a flame. He was hard as a pike before he was done with her first calf.
    He stood, soaped up her torso, paying particular attention to her nipples until they were hard, irresistible points. He caught one in his mouth, and she arched her back, moving closer to him. Groaning, he released it with a pop and circled her, cleaning her back and neck. He handed her the cloth to do her face while he reached for the shampoo and held her as she tilted her hair back into the spray.
    She took the bottle from him and finished the job herself, while he retrieved the washcloth. Starting with her ass, he continued to clean her, lingering over the rounded flesh he found so fascinating. When she leaned her head back to rinse the shampoo, he moved to her pussy. First, he inserted an exploratory finger, then used the cloth to gently clean her. They were both panting when he spun her around to rinse off the soap.
    She leaned back as he moved into position behind her, as if she sensed him moving into place and knew he wouldn’t let her fall. He gathered her hair in one fist and swept it all to one side, over her shoulder. As she let the warm water pound into her chest, he bent lower, kissed that tantalizing curve in her neck.
    He felt her hold her breath, and anticipation sang through his blood. Finally. She would be his. Forever. Irrevocably. His incisors lengthened, but he sucked at her skin first. Enjoyed the smooth texture and sweet taste of her before sinking his teeth in.
    Skin broke under the pressure, and her blood was in his mouth, mixing with the enzymes in his saliva. The bond between them snapped firmly into place. Strong and resolute. Unbreakable. He lapped at the tiny drops of blood, then spun her around, no longer able to ignore his throbbing cock.
    Picking her up, he braced her back against the wall and thrust into her as her legs wrapped around his waist. She was tight, but wet and welcoming. He was rough, a little wild. A lot demanding. He needed to feel her cunt clenching his cock. Needed to feel her body’s surrender to his dominance.
    And she gave him what he needed.
    Ellen knew what he wanted from her, felt it through the bond. Submission. Complete devotion. He’d always had it, but seeing her with Anthony, with Anthony’s scent on her, however innocent it may have been, seemed to have pushed him into finally letting go. His possessive instincts didn’t scare her. She welcomed it, welcomed every part of this wolf she loved.