Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 179: Not A One Way Exchange

Killian reached out and brought her into his arms before saying, "Let’s get this awful scent off you, beautiful." He carried her to the bathing room like she was made of porcelain and might crack and shatter into pieces if he were to put any more pressure on her.

"I don’t feel like showering," Inez told him, and she really did not. Her entire body was screaming at her, and her eyes were fighting to stay awake.

"You don’t have to do anything. You just need to stay still and leave everything to me," said Killian as he walked inside the bathing room, where she peeled her clothes off one after another. He shed his own clothes and pulled her under the showerhead. The spray of hot water drummed against their skin before pattering off to the floor.

The swirling mist caused the glass wall of the shower stall to turn misty.

Killian picked up the shower gel that was placed on the aisle made of marble and then lathered it between his palms. Once done, he started soaping her body, filling the entire space with the scent of vanilla and coconuts. Neither of them said another word and the silence was filled with nothing but the sound of the water drops pattering on the surface of the marble floor.

Inez closed her eyes as her muscles started to ease and her body started to unstring itself from the high that it was still riding without Inez knowing it. She could feel his length, hard and hot like a poker, pressing against the crack of her bottom, but Killian didn’t seem inclined to make any moves.

Of course, he kissed her at the corner of her mouth, the crook of her throat and her back. But he never tried to kiss her like he usually would—it felt weird because, for the first time, his touch wasn’t hurrying like he wanted to get what he wanted from her and then leave. No, it was grounding—like he was trying to make a sort of claim. The way he touched her, skimmed his fingers over her skin. It was as if he were marking every inch of her skin with his fingers.

As if he was giving her a mark.

His mark.

was no way Killian would risk giving her a mark. Not only was the man against marking a woman, but he was still pining after his mate, whom he had lost—to add to the troubles, his mother and Dominic would go ballistic if

not

at most

that must be

and picked up a towel to pat her skin while Inez wrapped a small towel around her head. Only then did Killian dry

where he placed her on the bed and

"Feeling better?" asked Killian.

sigh of relief as well, already on the verge of forgetting and forgiving the man for the distance that

he had spent quite a lot of time working on the fruity bathing gel, he could

and looked at him. A

"Maybe?"

kissed her on the neck before saying, "Give