Moon Goddess, I wanted him so fucking bad. The way he tore me off that rogue earlier like the alpha he was, that malicious look in his eyes who I understood as Ares, the pure dominance dripping off of every inch of him. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would let him.

I drew my fingers up the front of his pants, inhaling his hazelnut scent. "Does my Kitten want to play?" he asked, curling a finger around a lock of my hair.

I wanted him too bad, and it scared me. He was already so angry that I didn't shift. How would he feel when I told him that I couldn't shift at all? Would he be this angry? Or would he be angrier?

Everything he had said about me was true. I was weak. Mom thought it. Tony thought it. I thought it. Not shifting made me weak, but so did he. Weak in the goddamn knees.

My gaze dropped, and I suddenly regretted the words I had spoken to him. I shouldn't have told him that I wanted him so soon. When he found out about me, he wouldn't want me. I wanted to tell him about it so bad, to just get the hurt over with sooner rather than later, but I couldn't get the words out.

So I stalled.

And by stalled I meant that I kind of got a little distracted by how close he was to me and how intoxicating his scent was. I said the one thing that came so naturally to me and told him that I wanted him. All of him. Every... he pressed himself harder into me... single... I could imagine every inch of him just sliding into me... inch... until his hips reached mine.

I pushed my hands into his chest, catching him in a moment of weakness, and shoved him away. "I want all of you." I started toward the bathroom. "But not now. I'm too dirty."

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. "I like dirty."

After glaring into his eyes the hardest that I could, I opened the bathroom door and started the shower. "Well, I don't."

He licked his lips and leaned against the counter across from the clear glass door of the shower. "Clean yourself then, Kitten. I can wait."

I arched a brow at him, letting the steam drift over the door of the shower and fog up the windows. "Okay, well, can you..." I glanced at the bathroom door. "... leave?"

The corner of his lip curled, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "No." He tilted his head, eyes glowing. "I told you that I wasn't letting you out of my sight. Now, can you undress yourself or do you need my help?"

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, my heart racing. Keep your cool, Aurora. It's just a shower. It's not like he's going to get inside with you and thrust you against the wall, the water dripping down his bare chest, his canines--"I can do it myself."

After turning toward the shower, I took a deep breath--fully aware that he was watching my every move--and lifted my shirt over my head. I tossed it in his direction, hoping it would smack him right in the face and hinder his eyesight while I stripped my pants and hopped into the shower.

I pushed my pants down as quickly as I could and jumped into the water. The water seared my skin, and I stumbled back out. "Goddamn it!" I covered my chest with my hands, stood outside of the shower, and lowered the temperature of the water.

As the water cooled off, I glanced back at him. He was staring right at me, his eyes dancing with excitement. Hair tousled, arms crossed over his chest, shirt suddenly off. My wolf purred for him, wanting him to touch us the same way he was staring at us. Passionately.

I narrowed my eyes and stepped back into the shower, letting the water run down my body and slowly, very slowly, peeling my arms away from my chest. I grabbed the bar of soap and the loofa hanging from the shower caddy.

It smelt like him. So much like him.

Call me nasty, but I wanted to rub it all over my body. I wanted his scent on me, to soak into my skin, to become a part of me. I rubbed the soap onto the loofa and then rubbed it against my chest, scrubbing off the blood and letting the soap drip down my breasts. I rubbed it over my shoulders and down my stomach and up my thighs.

Mars growled, and I gazed at him. Staring at me from the counter, he brushed a hand against the front of his pants, stroking his hard cock through them. I let the soap run down my abdomen and dip under my hips, run down my legs.

Without a single ounce of shame, he pushed his hand into his pants, stroked himself, and groaned while he watched me. I clenched, my cheeks flushing, and furrowed my brows together. My core pulsed.

I wanted him in here with me.

I pushed a hand between my legs, touching my folds, and slowly rubbed my clit for him. This felt so wrong, but it felt so right.

Pleasure surged throughout my body. He pushed down his pants, his hard cock springing out of it, and walked toward the shower. He stepped in, the water hitting his back, and shoved me against the wall.

With his hand around his cock, he stroked it back and forth, making me clench. It was so fucking big, so thick. I placed both of my hands on his abdomen, unable to wait for him to be inside of me.

It was more than a want and a desire. It was a need. A pure, innate need.

"I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself," he said, taking my hand off of his abdomen and placing it right back on my clit. "Rub your pussy until you cum for me."

"Mars," I breathed out, closing my eyes. My pussy clenched.

He snatched my chin. "Your eyes should be on me, Kitten. You will cum staring at me. Thinking about me. Feeling me."

I furrowed my brows together, heat rushing to my core. The pressure was building so quickly. I rubbed my finger against my swollen clit, whimpering. "Mars, please."

"Faster."

My fingers moved faster, the pressure rising still. He rested his forehead on mine, beads of water dripping from his hair, and stroked his cock. It was so close to my entrance, so close to just slipping inside of me and filling me completely.

I reached for it with my other hand, needing to feel it, but he pinned it to the wall. "Please, let me touch it," I begged.

"Not until you cum." He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth. His hand travelled down my arm to my chest, and he cupped one of my breasts in his hand. "After you cum, I want you on your knees for me, taking my cock down your throat." He groped my breast harder. "Do you understand?"

"No," I said, panting. I was so close. So fucking close.

"No?" he asked, eyes growing gold. He lifted one of my knees and pulled it against his hip. After stepping closer, his cock grazed against my entrance.

"I want you inside of me," I said.

He tensed, jerking his cock faster. "Fuck, Kitten," he groaned. I rubbed my pussy harder for him, the pressure too intense. He tugged on one of my nipples with his fingers, and I screamed out his name. My leg trembling in his hand, my whole body tingling from him. Wave after wave of pleasure pumped out of me.

"Look at that pussy quiver," he said, tugging my hips closer to his cock and pressing himself against it. "I can't wait to feel it pulse around me like that."

I nodded my head, whimpering again, and relaxed against the wall. Moon Goddess, I wanted more. More of him. More of this.

"Is this what you want?" he asked me, pushing his cock against me, almost inside, just one more inch. The head of it glistened with my juices, and my pussy clenched harder, needing to clench around him. "I won't ask again, Kitten." He snatched my chin in his hand and forced me to look into his darkening eyes. "I'm about one second away from thrusting myself into your pussy and ruining you."

I took a deep breath, my mind foggy. "Then, ruin me, Ares."