The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Chapter 34. Shower

She looked at him and he did not take his eyes off her.

Gideon cursed himself inside. She was clearly hurt but all he was thinking about now was how much he wanted her. The realisation that someone tried to kill his mate just a few minutes

ago was angering him.

And also bringing him pain. He couldn’t lose her. Not like that. Not in any other way. He couldn’t lose her at all.

“Are you going to use that magical lycan healing of yours?” she taunted him with one of

her brows up and a slight smile on her lips. The lips that he wanted to kiss so desperately that

it was all he could think of now.

“If you will allow,” he leaned lower and touched her shoulder that was already healing slowly. It pained him that this happened on his watch. The wounds on her stomach seemed worse but blood stopped dripping already.

Gideon took the piece of fabric that was holding the dress in place and slowly moved it off her shoulder. His eyes were asking for her permission too.

“Well, it hurts,” she co.cked her head up to meet his gaze and held it until the end.

“We need to clean you up first,” he said with his hands still on her shoulders, his thumb making tiny circles on her skin.

“You are the expert in healing,” she tilted her head slightly, “I will trust you with this one.”

The lycan king lifted the girl in his arms once again and took her to the huge marble

shower room. She threw her shoes away before he placed her on the cold floor as if she would

break if he made the wrong move. The water switched on, the automatic tropical shower took care of them both before he even managed to warn her. And now they all were all wet. But it didn’t seem to bother them.

Standing behind her and feeling the heat that her slender body radiated, Gideon was afraid to make a wrong move. His large palms slid up her bare back, hooking the two pieces of fabric that held the whole thing together and sliding them all the way down to her waist. He could see the blood tainting water at their feet but he knew that the more he touched her, the

sooner she would heal.

And he wanted to touch her badly.

Riannon was conflicted. What the hell was she doing? She did not need this. She knew very well already that no magical healing existed. So, why didn’t she tell him to leave? Why was

she standing topless with her back to his chest and… wanted him to do something about it.

And yet… She did not stop him.

shoulder first, as his fingers traced her wounds carefully. The wounds were

complain about it.

were other sensations too. New. Pleasant.

palm moved lower, cupping her breast gently. Riannon threw her head

chest of the lycan. His other hand took the

down her back. At the same time,

shoulder.

chest was going up and down as he still held her breast in one hand, tugging the n**ple between his fingers and

in her neck as he traced the line of it with his tongue. She tasted so sweet, the woman he desired more than anything. She didn’t struggle against him, she didn’t try to

tried to find the zip of her dress unsuccessfully. So, when he gave up on that, he tore

him crazy. He knew that if he made one wrong move, this magical moment between

clothing that he had wrapped around himself, it couldn’t hide

so close to her. Not after she allowed him

touch herself that way.

in his large palm and made

with his

you sure you want this?” he couldn’t believe that

coming

all Riannon said and the next moment she felt his other hand brushing lightly all the way down her abdomen and in between her thighs, parting them slightly. He caught the hem of

as he slightly moved her creases apart and thrust one finger inside

wasting his chance.

of his mind, because never

close

so good. It wasn’t like he

did it… As if she was the most precious thing to him. As if he was afraid to scare her

She loved how he made her

skin was bringing her

her, deepening the kiss at the same time. Ria moaned into his mouth as drops of water were

growl left the lycan king’s chest and something

well.

building up inside

her shoulders with kisses, paying

be mine, Riannon,” he muttered into her ear, tightening his grasp on her, “

time as the cli.max rippled through her body, as she clenched again and again on his fingers. Ria threw her head back and relaxed

in spite of water pouring over their heads.

froze.

idea but he didn’t

knelt in his life. Until today. His mate was the only one who would ever receive the honour of