Page 43 of Wolf Revealed

“Do you need help getting in the shower?” Lark asked, images of soap and water running down Mike’s muscular body suddenly popping into her head.

“I’m good,” Mike said, only to waver a bit as he took his first step toward the en suite.

His knees might have held, but Lark wasn’t taking the chance. She darted in to slip under his right arm to take some of his weight, then started toward the bathroom. Once there, she turned on the shower, making sure it was warm enough before stepping back, careful to make sure Mike remained steady.

“You just going to stand there watching?” Mike asked softly, brow lifted as he glanced toward the big walk-in shower, then back at Lark.

“I wouldn’t want you to get woozy and slip in the shower,” Lark pointed out, heat blooming in her at the thoughts racing through her head. “Unless I’d make you uncomfortable. If so, I could leave.”

Mike’s eyes flashed gold for a moment as he slowly pushed his boxer briefs down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor before he casually stepped into the shower, giving Lark an epic view of his spectacular butt through the clear glass.

As he started running soapy hands over his body, Lark decided Mike was a specimen of male perfection. He was broad in the shoulders and chest, and slim in the waist, with long and powerful legs. Watching the suds and water sluice over all those muscles truly was an awe-inspiring experience.

Mike glanced over his shoulder at her. “I could use some help scrubbing my back. I can’t seem to reach.”

While Lark didn’t believe that for a minute, she also didn’t hesitate. Moving closer, she took the bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into her hand. Then she began to wash Mike’s back, taking special care as she came to each of the recently healed shrapnel wounds. Dried blood and dirt washed away to disappear down the drain, leaving beautiful, clean skin behind.

Even though he was wet from the shower, she couldn’t miss the heat pouring off him. A subtle peek around front told her that he was definitely enjoying her touch. It was only the fact that their son was waiting downstairs in a scared tizzy right now that kept her from climbing in with him.

Sighing, Lark took a step back and went over to stand by the door, leaning against the jamb as Mike rinsed the last of the soap off him. When he was done, he grabbed the towel from the hook and dried off, then stepped out of the shower and walked over to her. The urge to close that final distance and to press her body up against his was nearly impossible to resist.

But Mike moved before she could, bending his head to kiss her. Lark rested her hands against his chest, returning the kiss with all the feeling in her soul. She was a second away from letting her hands wander south when he broke the kiss to gaze down at her.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “With the first-aid. And the shower. And while I’d like nothing better than for us to keep doing what we’re doing, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not with Kal waiting for us downstairs. Once we get started, I don’t think either of us would appreciate the interruption.”

“Agreed,” she said with another sigh. “You’d better get dressed before Kal comes running in here wanting to know if we’re done. But after our son goes to bed tonight, we’re definitely picking up where we left off.”

Mike flashed her a grin, then leaned forward and kissed her again before heading for the bedroom. Lark followed, shamelessly watching as he got dressed. It was a shame to see that beautiful body hidden away, even if he did look ah-mazing in jeans and a T-shirt.

They’d barely made it out of the bedroom and down the hall before Kal was running up the stairs, shouting with barely contained excitement at the sight of them.

“You look so much better now!” Kal exclaimed. “Here! I’ll help you down the steps.”

“Thanks,” Mike said as Kal hurried over to put his arm around his waist, leaning the tiniest amount of weight in his son’s direction even as he flashed Lark a secret smile. “Couldn’t do this without you.”

They ran into Khaki, Xander, and Hale in the living room. Fortunately, like Mike, the guys seemed as if they were almost fully recovered from injuries, too. Trey had gotten back, too, and was in the kitchen helping Violet and Jasper make dinner. Tacos, from the aroma coming in that direction.

“The DPD has put Roy up in a safe house with a full security detail,” Trey said, glancing at them. “We were also fortunate enough to get some pictures of the Sentinel crew from a doorbell camera on one of the nearby houses. Headquarters is working on getting an ID on as many of them as they can.”

“Did you get a chance to talk to Roy about what he saw today?” Mike asked. “You know, to make sure he won’t say anything about us.”

He must have seen the alarm on Lark’s face, because he quickly recounted the fight with Sentinel, explaining they’d been forced to reveal they were werewolves in front of the accountant.

“Yeah, I had a chance to talk to him before they took him to the safe house,” Trey said, moving over to the six-burner stove to start cooking several pounds of ground beef for the tacos. “He’s obviously aware there’s something weird going on with us, but I think he’s so thrilled to be alive, and that he has us to thank for it, that he won’t be saying anything to anybody.”

Lark wasn’t sure they could so easily write off the risk to their kind that Roy represented, but she trusted Mike and his pack to know what they were talking about.

As they all waited for dinner to be finished, Kal began to pepper Mike and the other guys with questions about what had happened earlier that day. Their son sat cross-legged on the couch, listening with rapt attention as Mike detailed how they’d found Roy’s hiding place by scent, eyes widening in alarm when they got to the part where Sentinel had shown up. He looked even more stunned when Mike told them about how they’d fought Roman and his crew and Sentinel at the same time.

“That all sounds amazing,” Kal said. “And scary. I could never be as brave as you.”

“Being brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared, Kal,” Mike said. “It means that you step up and do what you need to do anyway. You’ll feel braver after you become a werewolf.”

Kal stared down at his hands dejectedly, and the sight of him looking so forlorn almost broke Lark’s heart. “What happens if Mom’s wrong about me being a werewolf like her and I never turn into one? Will you still want me as your son?”

Lark gaped, stunned. From the look on Mike’s face, as well as everyone else, she wasn’t the only one.

Mike slid over on the couch, putting his arm around their son’s shoulders. “Kal, I love you because you’re my son, not because you’re a werewolf. I’ll always want you in my life, and nothing will ever change that, regardless if you’re a werewolf or not. Not that I think it’s a possibility. Besides, you’re already a werewolf. Why would you even think you’re not?”