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.

on her shoulder first, as his fingers traced her wounds carefully. The wounds were healing way too fast. It was supposed to be

complain about it.

were other sensations too.

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

chest of the lycan. His other hand took the pins out

fall down her back. At the same time, his

shoulder.

as he still held her breast in one hand, tugging the n**ple between his

he muttered 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

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

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

that he had wrapped

after he had been so close to her. Not after

touch herself that way.

his large palm and made her turn to

with his

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

her coming

He caught the hem of her lace panties

slightly moved her creases apart and thrust one finger inside

wasting his chance.

howling inside of his mind, because never before

so close to

because it felt so good. It wasn’t

if she was the most precious thing to him. As if he

loved how he made her feel about herself. And she loved

their skin was bringing her tiny bursts of

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

king’s chest and something

well.

teasing her. Warmth and pleasure were building up inside

shoulders with kisses, paying special attention to her

her ear, tightening his grasp on

again on his fingers. Ria threw her head back and relaxed into his chest

breath right on her neck, where her mark was. Even in spite of water pouring over their heads. His canines grazed over

froze.

had no idea but he didn’t want to risk it, so he turned her to face

life. Until today. His