95. Warm Water 🍋

*Won’t you stay with me tonight?*
*You can be my cure*
*You’re afraid I’m a bad guy*
*All I do is hurt*
*So take away all my sin*
*Give me a sweet prayer on my lips*
*And take it all, take me in*
*I wanna make love to you*
*Put your hands on my chest*
*I’ll make you feel like you’ve been blessed*
*Put my words to the test*
*Won’t you stay*?
*I hate to fight*
*But it makes me want you more*
*Please don’t play*
*With my heart tonight*
*I get a little insecure*
*I promise to myself, oh*
*I’ll never let you go*
*Give you my heart and soul*
- *Cure*, Barcelona
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The bathhouse behind the hidden door was tiled with warm flagstone. The pool was a massive rectangle of still, dark water, and not fed by a natural river, unlike Selene’s. There was a small room at the far end that hid the furnace that heated the water that was producing little curls of steam off the surface.
Breathing in the stifling air, Selene padded near the edge. This was one of the few places they didn’t share in their blueprints. “My greenhouse bath is prettier,” she muttered, glancing at him.
Kiran wasted no time in getting to the point; he had already dropped his robe. Even though he was streaked with dried red as well, her heart and core throbbed when her eyes flicked to his half-hard cock.
“Hmm,” Selene managed to say, and then slipped her robe onto the stone. It was spotted with her own blood that coated her like a second skin. She felt stiff and sticky with it. Yet she saw him swallow as he scanned her up and down. He padded closer, and—
Apparently Kiran wasn’t above pettiness at her remarks.
He shoved her into the pool.
Selene came up spluttering. The pool was only five feet deep, but it was near-scalding—and now turning pink with blood. “You bastard!” she yelled, voice echoing. “What are we, seven?!”
Kiran was howling with laughter. When she cleared her vision, she saw he had retrieved a basket presumably full of various soaps and set it on the edge. He slid into the pool without disturbing the water and sank to his shoulders, gliding toward her with a shameless grin.
“We’re naughty pups,” he purred, able to catch Selene and wrap his arms around her waist despite her fending him off with palms to his chest at arm’s length. She twisted her head to the side and prevent him from kissing her mouth. “Oh, come on, it was a joke.”
“A joke is only successful when both parties laugh,” she scowled, even as she let her body relax. It was easy to fall into a pattern. Kiran drew her against him, her legs locking loosely at his hips, perched on one of his thighs. Against her own inner thigh, she felt his impressive length twitch.
His forearms steadied her ass while his fingers teased between, and Selene’s core tightened, breath catching in her chest. She subtly rolled her hips, pressing and dragging her sex on his thigh. He tensed with a sharp inhale, his entire body clenching at the tantalizing move.
But he was hiding his face in her neck, already kissing and nibbling, his stubble prickling her skin. Selene’s arms were around his neck and her fingers were far less misbehaved; they stroked the hair at the nape of his neck rhythmically, the motion lulling both of them into the envelope of heat in the bathhouse. Her eyes were closed as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.
They were a tangle of limbs in the healing water, and for at least ten minutes, they forgot they were supposed to be having passionate sex.
Kiran stirred first by biting her earlobe. Selene jerked awake and acted on instinct: she grabbed his jaw in one hand, digging her lengthened nails into his cheeks. “Ouch,” she growled.
He only grinned at her and squeezed his fingers on the flesh of her ass. “You taste disgusting. You should really take a bath.”
Selene’s eyes went half-lidded, releasing him and offering a demure smile. Kiran’s faltered when his gaze fell on her softly-parted lips. She scritched the back of his head lightly, sending a shiver through them both. “There are certain places I have trouble reaching…will you help me?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathed. Keeping her flesh against him, Kiran wadded to the edge of the pool to spill the contents of the basket. “Which damn soap do you like?”
“Apple blossom.”
After years of being surrounded by Magnolia werewolves, she and Kiran were well-versed in floriography. She hoped that the mere use of that soap would be a promise between them.
“Shower?” he asked roughly.
“Shower,” she agreed.
Kiran handed her the bar and hoisted her easily and set her on the edge so he could climb out with powerful arms. The moment she stood upright, he caught her backside yet again and lifted her into an embrace. She locked her arms and legs around him and couldn’t help the bark of laughter. She bowed her head to stifle it.
*What’s wrong with me?! Acting like a giddy adolescent, for gods’ sake*.
Kiran’s chuckle was husky. She hit the back of his head with the soap. “Not laughing *at* you.”
“Shut up.”
He carried her to another enclosed room where a row of showers was hidden. The walls and floors were flagstones, and there were couches acting as barriers to separate shower space. Underneath them were the valves to release the water.
Good thing they weren’t installed on the wall. That would prevent him from fucking her against it.
The white-leather chaises were wide enough for even an Alpha to fit comfortably. Kiran tossed—*tossed*—her onto one, and Selene grunted when she landed on her back. Before she could snarl at the abrupt lack of romance, his body was pinning hers, mouth crushing her lips. His tongue parted her teeth, narrowly avoiding being bitten in retaliation.
Low to the ground, Kiran was able to turn the valve to release the water from the showerhead bolted into the ceiling. Selene felt him smile and she knew immediately how mischievous it was a second before freezing cold water sprayed down directly over her.
The shock made every nerve come alive. Without hesitation she leapt on Kiran; he didn’t object when she pinned him onto the opposite couch. “I *hate* you,” she hissed as the water cascaded down in a steady fall.
His smile was infuriatingly provocative. Hands gripping her hips, eyes roving her naked body, he purred, “Nothing like cold water to get us hard.”
Gooseflesh peppered every inch of her skin and peaked her breasts. She felt invigorated after the lethargy that’d been lulled by in the heat of the pool. “This was your plan,” she realized with a growl.
Kiran winked and she was aware of his hard length nudging her inner thigh. Then she heard the squeak of the valve, and the water temperature warmed just a few degrees. His hands flattened on her lower back, skating up her spine with aching slowness, over her shoulders, until they cupped her face, drawing her forward until their lips could meet in gentle kisses.
Selene wanted to bite him, make him bleed, but he was so good at exuding certain emotions that she felt them too. She melted against the Sun Alpha, his hard, sleek body beneath, the pounding stream of water battering her above. Her core was throbbing as their kisses deepened and his hands started to explore her—finding her opening, his fingertips teasing the flesh, taunting her.
She groaned into his mouth, arching her body to give him better access. Then two fingers slipped inside her and she was wracked with a violent shudder.
“You like that, night goddess?” Kiran murmured, haphazardly kissing her wherever he could, fingers stroking her walls, each one bringing her closer to the edge. “I can make you mewl.”
Selene, just as Kiran, could pleasure males and females beyond their expectations. After decades of fucking and lovemaking, she was not easy to please, and there was rarely a thing that could impress her body. She hated Kiran and she refused to let him make her feel limp and marveled.
So why did she feel like this was their first time?
She was godsdamned weak and dazed with his deft motions, burning with carnal want, trembling with the threat of release.
Why, after so many times, so many years, so much hate and sadness between them and the world…was he making her feel *so good*?
Selene felt like a virgin Omega eager to bend to his will. Automatically she made the little sound in her throat. At the approving rumble in his chest, she broke the spell and clamped his lower lips between her teeth hard enough to draw blood.
Kiran grunted and his body seized, retracting his slick-coated fingers to grab her hipbones. The water washed the fluid off before he could taste it, which made his eyes flash in fury. “What the fuck?” he mumbled.
She released him. “What is this shit? Why are you making me feel—making me feel so undone?”
“I’m just that good.”
“No.” Her voice twinged. “It’s something else.”
His brows knitted in consideration, and then he shook his head. “This is just distraction. There’s no meaning. Shut up and let me inside you.”
Arms winding around her completely, he spun them into standing, slamming Selene’s back into the flagstone wall and pinning her there with his entire body. His chest was pressed to hers and she liked the pressure of her breasts being crushed, knocking the breath out of her.
He lifted her once more, her limbs hooking around his waist and shoulders. Water flowed over their skin. Kiran’s hair was damp between Selene’s fingers as his tangled in the heavy mass of hers. “I hate long hair,” he said into her neck where he was kissing and nibbling deeply enough to leave small bruises that healed instantly.
“That’s too damn bad.” Selene’s claws were digging into his skin between his shoulder blades, dragging, feeling the flesh under her nails, blood washed away by the warm water. Kiran grunted and rumbled a growl. She felt it reverberate through her bones. “Have me as I am,” she whispered, “or don’t have me at all.”