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“I won’t.”
Nero grabbed my hand again and entwined our fingers, and we walked side by side down the hall.
His bedroom was huge with a sitting area that had a comfy-looking gray couch and a king-size bed that was probably the same size as a normal king-size bed, but the thick, dark wood bed frame made it look massive. A soft dove gray comforter was straightened over it, but one side hung lower than the other. Two large windows looked out over the side of the house where the sun had set over the water, behind the mountains, leaving behind the last splashes of indigo twilight.
The walls were deep blue, the color close to navy, and several canvases featuring more Haida art prints in black, white, and red broke up the color. A wall-mounted TV faced the bed, and there was a pile of loose change and receipts on the top of the low dresser underneath. A towel hung on the closet doorknob, and a pair of sweats was discarded over the back of the sofa.
The whole space smelled like Nero, like pine and kelp and sea salt, and I’d never felt as comfortable anywhere as I did in that room.
I’d stopped right inside the door, and Nero turned to look at me. “You don’t have to stay here.”
Marching across the room, I plucked Otto from his hands and took him to the bed, nestling the stuffed otter among the pillows like I was claiming the spot for myself. “Shut up. I’m staying.”
Nero smiled and brought the bags over. He dumped the contents onto the bed, then went to the dresser under the TV and removed an armful of clothes from a drawer and dropped it into another. He freed up two drawers for me, then returned to my side and helped me remove the tags from what we’d bought.
In the en suite bathroom that was almost as big as half my apartment, he did the same thing, making room for the toiletry items I’d picked out in his drawers. The whole thing felt oddly intimate considering we’d just met, but it also felt incredibly right like I was always meant to be part of Nero’s life and like he wanted me there, no questions asked.
“Do you want me to wait while you shower?” he asked, reaching in to turn on the water and drop a clean washcloth on one of the shelves. His cheeks went ruddy, and he clarified, “I meant on the couch. Out there. Not in here.”
“I’m a shifter too. I’m not shy about you seeing me naked. You can stay in here if you want.” If he was open to staying, I had plans to make it worth his while. Now that we were alone, the exhaustion I’d felt downstairs had been replaced by a different feeling.
“Are you sure?”
A coy smile curved my lips. “You’re supposed to be guarding my body, right?”
He swallowed hard and nodded, and I pushed him down so he was sitting on the closed toilet.
Then I started stripping. Slowly. Making a show of every inch of skin I revealed, even if it was just my arms as I shed my hoodie. He’d already gotten me off earlier, but I was almost desperate to return the favor, and this was all part of my plan.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his sexy rumble of a voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.
“Getting ready to shower.”
He nodded and licked his lips as I tugged my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor, my nipples going hard under the heat of his gaze. I flipped open the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down centimeter by centimeter, Nero’s eyes focused on tracking the movement.
I was suddenly glad I’d remembered to put on decent underwear when McMahon dragged me out of bed this morning after a late night in front of my computer, and I was rewarded for my good choice, a pair of tight white boxer briefs that stood out against my dark skin, when Nero sucked in a ragged breath.
The hand job earlier had barely been enough to dull the ache in my core that only Nero could soothe with his body, and I was already hard and ready even though I hadn’t touched myself. Just having Nero’s eyes on me was enough to make my blood hum hot and ready through my veins. My underwear left little to the imagination, and I felt myself leaking. Nero would be able to see the wet spot on the fabric. He could probably already smell my arousal.
“Felix, you’re so fucking beautiful,” my mate whispered, awe, reverence, and need in every syllable.
I warmed under his admiration and slipped out of my socks before tucking my fingers under the waistband of my underwear and turning around. The fabric slid over my ass and down my legs, and I knew even though I had my back to him that Nero’s eyes were on my body.
“So beautiful,” he whispered again as I stepped into the shower and under the spray, letting the hot water and my mate’s attention wash away some of the stresses of the day. If this went the way I wanted it to, Nero’s huge cock inside me would push away the rest, and despite everything, maybe I’d actually be able to sleep tonight.
The shower was glass on two sides, so Nero could still see every move I made, even with the steam from the hot water fogging the glass a little.
“I left my bodywash out there.” I watched as Nero turned to grab it from the counter. He stood and opened the door so he could hand it to me, but he didn’t look in beyond what he couldsee through the glass. He was enjoying the tease as much as I was.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
With any good luck, it would be mine. Soon.
I took my time getting wet, letting the water run down my body, followed by my hands, which stopped at strategic points like my nipples and the curve of my ass.
When I saw Nero was sitting forward at the edge of the toilet, watching, his hand rubbing over his dick behind his pants, I decided to up the ante. Grabbing the washcloth, I added a generous amount of bodywash and worked it into a lather, then slowly slid the soapy towel over my torso. Nero’s gaze traveled over my body, tracing the lines of bubbles as they ran over my skin. I turned my back to him again and squeezed the washcloth over my shoulder, sending bubbles down my back and along the crack of my ass.
