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Garner’s rooms were the only ones with their own bathrooms, and it was luxurious to not have to share.  Hot water was a different story.  The hot-water heater was too small for the number of bodies in the house, and she often waited until everyone else had showered so that she could afford them the precious hot water.  This morning though, she heard the house alive with activity, so hopefully they’d all showered early enough that there’d be hot water for her.
    In her bathroom, she took a long drink of her tea and set it on the sink before stripping off her robe.  Embarrassment flared at the uncomfortable stickiness she felt between her legs.  Its source had images of her fantasies about Barron flooding back and heat pooling in her core again.  She needed a cold shower immediately.  Chuffing a laugh, she blew hair out of her eyes.  So much for her coveted hot water.
    One small hand reached into the shower stall and twisted on the water, which came to life with a soft hiss.  Her shower took longer than normal, as she’d been unable to shake the visions she’d had of Barron from the night before.  Remembering her fantasies ignited a new fire in her that she’d had to both literally and figuratively douse with her showerhead.  Thank God for the pulse setting!
    After pleasuring herself, she cleaned the cream from her pussy and had one last rinse before stepping, refreshed, from the shower.  One towel wrapped around her head, and a second wrapped around her body and fisted above her breasts, she stepped out into her bedroom, slamming to a halt when she found Barron standing over her bed, his body only half-facing her.  His dark figure seemed to fill the small space and his scent was everywhere, mingling with hers and leaving her wolf rolling onto its back.
    “What are you doing in here?” she hissed in indignation as she realized her white sheets were fisted in his dark hands, his head lowered.  Her mouth fell open in shock.  He was smelling her sheets?
    She wanted to storm over to him and snatch her sheets from his hands, but was already struggling to keep the small towel high enough to cover her breasts and low enough to hide her lady parts.  Heat stained her cheeks as she watched Barron inhale, long and slow, his massive chest expanding with the action, his face pressed into the soft material.  His eyes gently fluttered closed as if savoring the aroma.  He was still a moment before his eyes snapped open to pin her in place.
    What she remembered as hazel eyes were now dark with lust.  His lips slowly tilted up knowingly.  “What are you doing in here?”  His voice came out rough and deep.
    He took a step closer and without thought, Willa stepped back.
    In that instant, everything changed.  Too late, she realized what she’d just done and it was something she hadn’t before.  Instinctively, she recognized the Alpha authority in Barron, the sheer maleness of him, and when he’d advanced she’d stepped back as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  She, as Alpha, had just ceded to him.
    In a feeble attempt to regain her rights she hurried forward and pushed him in the chest, hard.  He didn’t move, but caught her wrist and held it.  Electricity shot through her at his touch and she could’ve sworn he winced, feeling it too.
    “Get out,” she growled through clenched teeth.
    Instead of doing as she commanded, he lifted his head, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled again.  Just as before, his eyes closed, and Willa thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest at the nearness of him.  To her mortification she felt her still sensitized clit throb in demand as her pussy seeped its heated honey between her thighs.  She was ready for him, wet for him.
    As if reading her mind, Barron’s grim-set lips parted on a pant, his head slowly lowering.
    Willa felt her body arching into his and she was barely able to stop herself mere inches from rubbing against him invitingly.