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wearing?”
    She tried to jump up from the bed. “My parents are here? We’ve got to leave, now! Where are my clothes?”
    He snatched her down onto the mattress and pressed her flat on her back. “We’ll get to that in a bit. First I want to know about this dress.”
    She glared up at him as he loomed over her. “Do we really have time for this? Where are we? I assume we’re not in Refuge or Kiesha would have come pounding on the door. How long of a drive is it? Shouldn’t we be leaving? The wedding will be starting soon.”
    He held her stare before flicking his gaze to the clock. Damn it, she was right. They needed to leave. He’d told Alex ten minutes, and he’d already wasted three. Coming to a sudden decision, he stood, reached down, and scooped Shayla up in his arms and strode toward the bathroom. “You’re right. We’ll discuss it on the way there.”
    He carried her straight into the shower and turned the water on, laughing when she shrieked and tried to climb his body to get away from the cold spray. As the water warmed, he maneuvered Shay until her legs were around his waist with her ankles locked at the small of his back and his cock deeply embedded inside her warm, wet sheath.
    She gasped and then asked on a moan, “I thought we were leaving.”
    “I can multitask. Can’t you? Grab the shampoo bottle and wash your hair,” he ordered.
    “You want to see multitasking?” she challenged.
    Shay leaned back into the spray, and it was his turn to groan as her small, rounded breasts with their taut, brown areolae and nipples were put on prominent display. Her cunt rippled around him, gripping and releasing in a manner that stole all the fluid from his mouth. He stood with his feet apart, legs braced, and gripped her by the waist, supporting her back as hot-pink-colored water ran down her body and out the drain. Of their own accord, his hips made mini jabbing motions. He loved the feel of this woman, the way her tight, velvety sheath gripped him like a glove, milking him. Loved the feisty way she opposed him at every turn. He’d never be bored with Shay. Angry, frustrated, bemused, but never bored.
    She lifted her arms to wash her hair, and his gaze became fixated on the pure pleasure in her expression. She was such a hedonist when it came to sex. Mating with Shay was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. In the past he’d had to temper his strength, leash the beast, even with female shifters. Shay took—no, demanded—all of him, no holding back.
    Bending his knees, he leaned forward and latched on to one of the nipples brazenly on display, drawing strongly.
    Shay balled up her fist and popped him upside the head—hard. “Watch it, buster. That hurts.”
    He released her breast, making a small popping sound. “Are they tender?” He glanced from her chest to her face.
    “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
    He grunted, inwardly pleased at this small sign of the changes her body was going through. He lightened his touch and smiled when she moaned and her sheath tightened. Shayla undulated her lower body in a circle, and he lost it. He swung her around so that she was braced against the wall. “Hold on,” was all the warning he gave.
    Shay was right with him every second, going over the edge into a screaming orgasm just moments before he spurted inside her. He leaned against her, breathing heavily. Annoyingly she pushed and shoved on his shoulders.
    “What!” he snarled.
    “Parents, wedding, Kiesha? Helloooo, we have to go.”
    “Shit!” He lowered Shay until her feet touched the floor. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d take her back to bed. He wasn’t nearly satisfied.
    She washed quick and climbed out of the shower, smelling of the soap she’d washed with. His wolf urged him to snatch her up and scent mark her again. He resisted. They really didn’t have time, but tomorrow was a new day and they had the rest of their lives. He allowed the thought to comfort