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He had a pep talk with his wolf and told him what he'd do if his wolf tried to get out. Then he joined her in the shower. As he closed the glass door, the shower fogged up. As sad as he was he couldn't see her in the steam, he was also glad for it. Especially since the tent he pitched in the front of his underwear was embarrassing.

Wow! He'd never been embarrassed before. Not of his physique.

River picked up a bottle of something and squeezed it into her palm. Without a word, she moved to him and raised her palms, letting the slick liquid slide down his torso. His nipples hardened instantly at her hands on his skin. He brushed the wet hair off her face and slid his hands down her arms to her hips, where he rested them.

She lathered the soap all over his torso, moving in slow, meticulous circles, up over his chest to his shoulders, down his arms to his hands. She lifted them one by one off her hips and slid her fingers between his, massaging the palms of his hands.

He wasn't sure how to process the intimate sensations running through him. He'd never let someone touch him the way he let her. Without thinking, he began to purr, and her strokes on his skin soon went from light to deeper and more intense as she explored every line of his torso. She spun him to the wall, and he braced himself on it as she poured more soap on his back and kneaded his muscles.

Holy Goddess! She kneaded the muscles of his back with long, strong fingers. Stronger than he thought possible for someone her size. She worked her way down to his wound, gently put soap on her hands, and cupped them with water, thinning them. She let the water-soaked mixture pour over the edges of the wound, and Ares clenched his jaw at the searing pain. She did the same thing twice more and then let the shower rain water over it.

Ares stood with his fists lying on the wall of the shower, trying to work through the burn in his side, when River's hands slid inside the waistband of his underwear and cupped his rear. The sensation almost overpowered him as her soapy hands ran over his backside, slick and warm. His purr increased, and when she slipped her hand between his legs from behind, he almost exploded.

Ares spun around and cupped her face, kissing her hard. He claimed her mouth with his, and she didn't resist. He fisted his hands in her wet hair and pushed her against the wall, his thigh parting her slender legs. She moaned into his mouth, and her hands skimmed down the front of his underwear. She gripped him and squeezed, making him jerk in her grasp.

He broke the kiss and dipped his head to her shoulder, nipping lightly. "River…" His voice came out as a strangled whisper.

Her firm grip squeezed again, and she moved one hand down to cup his balls as the other stroked him.

"River." Her name seemed to be the only word his brain could manage. He licked her neck and throat as she stroked and cupped him, making the back of his thighs burn and his hips buck against her.

He nibbled her neck and up to her mouth once more. Her scent of vanilla and cherries invaded him, and he rocked his hips in her grasp. He wanted her. Wanted to be inside her, to feel her surround him in her perfect silkiness. He moved one of his hands down and tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned into his mouth and kissed him harder. He slid his hand further down her body until he reached her silky folds. He rubbed his thumb over her most tender spot, and she pulled her lips from his and tossed her head back on the wall.

"Ares."

That's it. That was his little wolf. Her eyelids dropped halfway as he slipped his fingers between her folds, rubbing her nub and downward through her folds again.

The desperation in her voice as she repeated his name almost had him crashing apart. She gripped him harder and squeezed his balls almost to the point of pain. Ares's orgasm built, and he locked his lips on hers again as he slid a finger inside her. She mewled, and he withdrew and plunged two fingers inside her.

Her breath came out in panting gasps as she stroked him harder and faster. Ares held them both up as he curled his fingers up to find the magic spot inside her while massaging her nub with the heel of his hand.

With every stroke of his fingers, her movements became more frantic, and when she cried out and her walls clamped down on his hand, she stroked him so tightly that he came as well. Their frenzied movements continued as they both worked through their orgasms. When they'd both finished, he kissed her again, and she lapped at his mouth greedily.

She slid her hands from his underwear and folded her arms around his neck. He pinned her to the wall and kissed her until both of them were left breathless and panting. As they both gulped in air, he held her against him.

Ours. Our Mate. Our Beloved. Our Omega.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Ares had dried River and himself off, and then she'd gone into the bedroom and found some dry underwear and a cami while he went to the closet.

Her mind whirled at what they'd done. Every inch of him was as hard and ripped as she'd imagined a Lycan to be. When he'd slipped a finger inside her, it had stretched her. Just one finger. She imagined what it would be like having other parts of him inside her. And if he knotted her… the thought scared her.

She'd had a few one-night stands in her life with humans. They weren't built anything like Ares.

Her wolf had wanted her to bite Ares so badly and make him hers, but in the heat of the shower, River hadn't been able to concentrate enough to be able to. Thank the Goddess.

She met him back in the bathroom, where she re-wrapped his wound, then picked up all the bloody things and piled them in the corner.

When she finished, she walked out to the bed where Ares sat on the edge, hiding something behind his back.

"Come here."

She did as he asked but paused instead of sitting.

He patted the bed. "I promise I'm not going to bite." He smiled.