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“Physically, yes,” I say, warming to the concept. “But training isn’t just about learning to fight, Hades. Sarah can learn our ways from the ground up—under my supervision. And…” I hesitate, then plunge ahead. “Scarlett could be an example for her. Someone who’s been where she is, and found a new path.”
Hadria’s eyes widen slightly. “That’s…actually excellent advice,” she says, sounding genuinely impressed.
“I do have my moments.”
Hadria chuckles, the sound warming me. “You do, Wolf. You do. Whether Mrs. Graves will be so easily won over remains to be seen. But that can wait for another day. Go off and play, now. I want to ask Aurora to dance.”
She does, too, even with the arm in a sling. I find my way over to Scarlett, and put an arm around her, tugging her close. “How’s my girl?” I murmur in her ear.
Her eyes are bright and her cheeks flushed with happiness, and she’s rarely looked more lovely. Maybe that time I got her off watching herself in the mirror at the dress shop. Maybe.
“Good,” she chirps.
“I thought you looked awful tired,” I counter. “Like maybe…it was time to leave the party?”
She’s about to protest when she reads the significant shift of my eyebrows, and I run my hand down to her hip.
“Let’s get out of here,” she says with a grin. “That is, if—if Hades?—”
“Hades is busy with her little sunbeam. Time for us wolves to slink off together.”
My bedroom is still a strange place to me, partly because it’s new—and newly decorated—and partly because I’ve barely even been here since we moved back to Elysium. I’ve been at the barn, or in motels, or I took a quick nap in the training room downstairs, too tired to make it up here.
But now that Scarlett’s here, I have a whole new appreciation for it. It feels like…home.
“You want a shower?” I ask, shutting the door and leaning against it as Scarlett sits down in the corner and starts unlacing her boots.
“I think I’d like to get the stink of terror off of me, yeah,” she says with a sigh, then pauses to look up at me. “I really thought they were going to kill me.”
“So did I.” I lock the door. “But that’s all behind us now. Time to look to the future.”
“Once we kill Grandmother,” she says grimly.
This isn’t the mood I want her in at all. “Hurry up with those clothes,” I tell her, tearing off mine. “We can shower together. For old time’s sake. Just promise you won’t stab me or something.”
Her laughter follows me into the bathroom, where I turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature to hot and steamy. But she pauses in the doorway when she finally heads in, her eyes wistful as she looks at me. I’m already under the water, but I left the door open for her—the door of this huge shower that was definitely made for more than one person.
“Come on,” I say impatiently. “It’s chilly with the door open.”
“Looks like,” she says with a grin, letting her eyes ostentatiously drift to my tight nipples. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get tired of seeing you naked.”
She finally heads over and as soon as she’s in with me—and the door is closed—I pull her close to my wet body, my lips finding hers in a deep, possessive kiss. Scarlett moans into the kiss, her fingers tangling in my soaked hair as she clings to me. If the events of the evening rattled her, she doesn’t show it now. No, now she’s on fire, pressing harder into me as our kisses deepen to urgent, demanding.
My hands skim down to her ass, that gorgeous fucking piece of her that makes me want to dive face-first into it every time I see it. But Scarlett has her own ideas, showing me that she’s the one in control as she pushes me back against the tile and pulls my leg up so I can wind it around her waist. She cups me between the legs, letting the water fill up her palm before spreading my lips open and allowing it to play over my clit in a warm, trickling caress.
“You’re mine,” she tells me. “As much as I’m yours.”
“Bossy,” I manage, playing with those gorgeous, full breasts of hers as she circles a thumb around my clit. “But if this is your idea of owning me, keep it coming.”
She chuckles low and naughty, reaching over to grab the soap. “Let’s get clean before we get dirty. Besides, we have that big, beautiful bed to bang in.”
I was getting a little disappointed until she pointed that out, but now I perk up. “We can break it in.”
We wash each other, slow and sensual. She knows just where to touch me, how to make my knees weak with desire. Before long, we’re just about humping each other.
“Bedroom,” I manage to gasp between kisses. “I want you in our bed.”
“Our bed,” she repeats with delight. She turns off the water and we dry down fast. Then she takes my hand and leads me through to the bedroom, and onto the huge king-size bed that dominates the room. It’s made up with silky sheets and soft pillows, and it’s inviting enough to make me want to sleep for a week straight.
