“Interesting.. he murmurs, watching me.
Before I can snap my chin back down, Warren leans in and gently nips at my throat, accepting the submission that I didn’t intend to give him.
When I start to pull away, he holds me to him. “You’re my mate.
Submission is part of our bond,” he says gently.”Really, are you planning to submit?” I ask him.
He tilts his head at me. “One day, when you accept your position here in this pack, yes, I will give you my submission.”
I stare at him, shocked. His tone, his eyes, everything about him says he’s perfectly serious.
“Surprised? You shouldn’t be, but I know you don’t know me well yet. You are an intelligent, strong woman, Yara, and I have no problem treating you as my equal, or in the instance of being in the hospital, submitting to your rules.”
“Says the man who insisted on walking out of the hospital tonight,” I grumble, still shocked at his words. I wouldn’t have expected it of a man like him, someone who is very dominant and prides himself on being a strong and powerful fighter.
“My pack needed to see me after I was carried in last night. It’s important, even if I’m still not one hundred percent.”
That I do understand. I know the hierarchy of a pack that is constantly at war is always at risk of a leadership change. The fact that Warren has been Alpha for twelve years and is still leading this pack says more about his strength than anything else.
I lead him to his bathroom and let him lean against the sink while I turn to start the shower.
“Where are your clothes and is there anything in particular you want to wear?” I ask him.
“Closet, and just shorts and a t-shirt is fine. Get some for yourself too,” he says.”Thank you.”
“We’ll get you some new clothes,” he says.”I have clothes. At school.”
“Then I’ll have someone go get your clothes for you,” he says, and I can see he’s fading.
“Do you want to have food brought up here? Eating might perk you Uup a bit.”
“I need the pack to see me once I’m clean.”
“You need your pack to see you strong. Order some food. Have Charlie bring it up if you want, and then after you’re feeling a bit better, you can go down to face your pack.”
He smirks down at me as I untie the sheet. “You know what they’ll think if it takes us awhile to get back downstairs.”
“I don’t care if your pack thinks we had sex. I understand the importance of you showing a strong front to therm. Come on, let’s get you in the shower. You can let the water start to wash off all that blood while I go get both of us some clothes.”
I get him under the water, making sure it’s not too hot or cold and then go to get clothes. When I open the door to his closet, it’s almost worse than it was when I walked into his room. His scent in the closet is making the pressure in my core nearly painful and the man hasn’t done anything except smell fantastic!
Well, he does have quite the package on him. I bet he’d ease that ache if you’d let him, Annika purrs.’No!’
‘Spoilsport, she says, still purring in my head. She begins stretching like she’s a damn cat lying in the sun. I roll my eyes and get some clothes before going back into the bathroom.
The moment I do, I realize my dilemma. There’s no way for me to wash Warren’s hair and body without getting in the shower with him. But I don’t have to take off my t-shirt. I just wish it wasn’t white.
Warren—
Whether it’s the exhaustion of the battle, the broken leg that Arric is working hard to heal, or just life in general, I feel exhausted. But no matter how tired I am, I’m not going to miss my mate getting in the shower with me I’m not even disappointed that she’ll leave her shirt on. Humans have wet t-shirt contests for a reason.
I stand under the water, letting it loosen the dried blood and gore in my hair. When I look down and see that the water running down the drain is bright red, I wonder how bad I look. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t care, but I don’t want my mate to think less of me. She doesn’t seem surprised by the fighting and she seems to understand the need for me to maintain a strong image in front of the pack, but that doesn’t mean that she’s okay with it.
“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got.” she says, walking back in and setting the clothes on the counter by the sink before stepping into the shower with me. “You’re pretty tall so I’m going to need you to bend down a bit. You’ll have to close your eyes the water doesn’t wash all this junk and soap into your eyes.”
I do as she says, and instantly feel myself wobbling. I feel her hands on my arms. “Hold on to me. If you start to feel like you’re going to pass out, tell me. I’d rather not have you tackle me in the shower breaking my bones on the way down.””I won’t hurt you,” I say.
“If you pass out, you won’t know,” she says.
I open my eyes realizing that I’m much closer to her in this position. “I won’t hurt you,” I say insistently.
She nods. “Hold on to me,” she says again and I gently grab hold of her hips. Since my hands are there, I begin running my thumbs over her hip bones.
“You’re too thin,” I say absently as she begins to scrub soap into my hair.
“I don’t have a lot of time to eat. I’m double majoring with a minor in zoology.”
“Why zoology?” I ask.
“Wolves. You can learn more about them in that class, but what I needed to learn was more on the veterinary side. So, I decided to make it a minor to get the specific information I needed.”
She pushes my head under the water and rinses the soap out before scrubbing more in. This time, I can feel her nails gently scraping against my scalp. I moan out loud, not caring if the entire pack hears me. “That feels fucking incredible, Yara.” She doesn’t answer, and it’s quiet a moment.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asks.”You can ask me anything.”
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