Claire

I stood under the warm water, letting it soothe my tired, tense muscles. Only for them to tense again when I heard the bathroom door open. I could tell it was Rowan from his scent, and my heart rate kicked up as I watched him open the shower door with wide eyes. He stepped in beside me, naked and too warm as he always is. I moved into the corner and he eyed me curiously as he stepped under the spray. The steam made his scent billow towards me, so much stronger than it usually is. I felt a fog descend over me, my body loosen from the smell. He must have noticed, since he gave me a sly smile as he lathered soap onto his toned body. My eyes trailed his firm chest, chiseled abs, smattering of dark hair down to his straining cock. When I looked back up at his face, his eyes were taking me in much the same. I swallowed hard as saliva filled my mouth at the view of his cock. I wondered fleetingly how it would taste.

I pushed the thought away, trying to remember that they were monsters. They were cruel and treated my kind with a disregard for the sanctity of life. They would have taken no pause in killing me if I didn't smell extra special to them.

But then I remembered Rowan saying he missed me. The way he kissed me, smiled at me. He seemed genuinely happy when he got home. Maybe his time away did some good. He realized that he really does care for me. Or that he could if he put in some effort. Hope swells in me at the thought.

"Are you going to wash yourself? Or do you expect me to do it?" He asked with a bit of humor in his tone. My mind flicked back to the situation, as I watched him lather my soap onto a washcloth. I felt my body heat, my nerves began to sizzle under his scrutiny.

He took a step closer to me and my breath hitched as he reached for me. He didn't touch me with his bare skin, only the cloth as he let it skate gently over my skin. He had never been so careful with me before. I assumed he would draw blood when washing me, considering the way he had treated me thus far. But I found myself enjoying the soft touches as he moved the cloth across my breasts, causing my nipples to harden under his scrutinizing gaze. I wouldn't be surprised if he set me on fire with the way he was staring at me.

"You are quite beautiful." He murmurs, leaning down to trace his nose along the column of my neck. "I see why Bennett is so taken with you."

His closeness, his warmth, his scent, the sparks flitting across my body on every inch of my skin that he touched with his. All of these circumstances caused my body to come alight next to him. Goosebumps erupted along my arms and legs, my stomach clenched and quivered when his hardened cock glanced across me, my eyes drifted closed of their own accord, and my hands reached out to skim across the warm flesh of his biceps, trailing down into the grooves and ridges of his abs. He let out a little growl, making me eyes flutter open. When I met his the usual silver was gone, replaced by a glowing gold. The sight usually scared me, meaning he was upset or angry. But I figured in this instance it meant lust was flooding him as strongly as me.

He closed his eyes and leaned down to press his lips firmly against me, parting my lips to explore my mouth with his tongue. This was the first time he initiated such an intimate gesture and it took me by surprise enough that I kissed him back.

He tasted like marshmallows roasted on a fire, with undertones of male strength that I could enjoy for days. While Bennett tasted more like wilderness and rain, I knew Rowan could burn me if he wanted to. And that he likely wanted to.

I was lost in the barage of sensation. Finally receiving something from him other than abuse and pain had an intoxicating effect on me. In that moment all I wanted to do was please him. To make him care for me. To ensure that this kind treatment continued. Maybe then I could live with these monsters. Maybe then I could grow to love them the way they keep telling me I will.

Before I could stop to consider my actions, I dropped to my knees on the shower floor in front of Rowan. He growled at the sight and when I looked up to meet his eyes, they were brighter than they had been before. That made arousal flood me even stronger and I was sure he could smell it as it dripped down my thighs.

I gripped his enormous cock with my little hand, not even able to encircle it entirely with my fingers. I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with him, and licked his head. He groaned at the contact and tilted his head back in ecstasy. I took him in further, bobbing him to the back of my throat and twirling my tongue along the tip and into his slit with each retraction. His hand found the back of my head and threaded his large fingers through my hair. I was a little nervous he would force himself down my throat, but he only let his hand linger there as I took him at my own pace. His other hand braced him against the wall as he leaned forward over me, eyes closed soaking in the pleasure I was providing him.

I took him as deep as I could and gagged. I was sure he enjoyed the sound when a low rumble escaped his chest. He moved a second hand to the back of my head and began thrusting gently into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and used a second hand to pump the part of his shaft that I couldn't fit into my mouth. His head slipped down my throat as I was able to accomodate nearly all of his length. He continued his gentle thrusts and I moaned aroud his cock, my pussy dampening as I imagined him plowing into me.

He moved one hand onto the wall, leaning over again as I felt his legs begin to quake. A surge of pride went through me that I was able to make this giant man come undone with my touch. His growls and groans increased frequency as I sped up my movements, his fingers tightening in my hair. I scraped my teeth gently against his shaft, and the bite of pain made him erupt into my mouth. He let out a growl so loud the glass shower door shakes and warm liquid shoots down my throat, salty and musky tasting uniquely of Rowan. His load was so large I couldn't swallow the whole thing and felt it running down my chin. I licked him clean, pulling on him one last time to extract every ounce of essence from him I could before licking it off his slit and purring in content.

I look up at him to see him staring at me firmly and breathing hard. I send him a shy smile and he grunts before pulling me up to standing by my arm. The movement fast and rough, causing me to grimace at the pain in my shoulder. He notices and loosens his grip on me before leaning over and kissing my shoulder. I figured that was the closest to an apology for causing me pain I would ever receive from him. He leans down to peck gentle kisses along my neck, leading up to my ear.

He presses against me until my back hits the wall. The tiles are warm, likely from his touch, and his hands encirle my waist, caging me between the giant man and the wall. For once, I don't feel fear. I lean into him, letting my hands study his body, his back of solid muscle, leading into the curve of his firm ass. I imagined Bennett taking him from behind and a new bout of arousal floods my system. I hear Rowan inhale deeply and lean down into my neck, licking me all the way to my jaw before descending on my lips in a feral kiss of need and desire. He chuckles when I grip his arms, letting my nails sink into his skin. I know it doesn't hurt and will heal in a few seconds, but the sound of my nails scraping down his skin makes me shudder against him. I feel his warm breath huff against my cheek as he leans into me, pressing me firmly against the wall. He drops kisses until he makes it to my ear.

"That was very good." He murmurs to me. "Perhaps I should return the favor, human."