In The Beginning, Chapter 76
Daniel POV
By the time we finally stepped through the front door of the pack house I was exhausted. Tate had agreed to the plan and was surprised to get not just an apology but gratitude from Tau, before Theia took him and Anore with her. Tau didn’t have much information for us, a few old addresses and businesses he had been employed by. He had never met Zeus, and only met Apollo once, when he had earned a favour, and he asked for Anore to be his. Apollo keeps himself well insulated from the underlings by his children, who in turn rule their children, in a massive network of businesses, power, influence and death. They also frequently gift their daughters to one another to be used as incentive for the males and\or slaves. By the end of our conversation, I felt sick, disgusted, and bone tired. I let Charlie lead me up the stairs, if I didn’t still have dried blood and dirt splattered all over my body I would have just fallen into bed. I followed her into the bathroom, and I stood frozen, watching her as she carefully removed her clothes. Her boots and jacket had been discarded downstairs and watching her wriggle out of her jeans in our bathroom was almost enough to alleviate the stress and despondency the day had left within me. I watched her fold her jeans and place them on the counter, grateful to experience something akin to normalcy with her after the chaotic intensity of our previous twenty-four hours. She caught me watching her as she turned away from the counter with a smile, bouncing over to me in her sweater, panties and socks. She gripped the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up my body and over my head, before turning to add it to her jeans, I grabbed her waist and pulled her back to me.
“You didn’t think you would get away with trying to seduce me so easily, did you?” I breathed against her skin.
“Seduce you? Really?” She giggled, but her body was already responding to my touch.
“Yes, you are an evil temptress, luring me to my doom.” I admitted as I kissed her soft skin.
“The only place I’m leading you tonight is into the shower, and then bed. Come on, I can feel how tired you are.” She whispered, like it was a secret, as she disentangled herself from my grasp, she turned the shower on after placing my sweatshirt on the counter, then came back to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her soft fingers slipped below my waistband, she slowly lowered my pants, until her body was almost flush with mine, and I had her sweater in my fists. Every fan of her hot breath on my bare chest sent an electric current of need through me, which made my muscles contract almost painfully as I fought the urge to pick her up carry her to the sinks and fuck her against the countertops until she was screaming my name. I didn’t want to mar her beautiful skin with blood and filth even for a second, even if it was just rubbed off of me and onto her, just the idea was sickening to me. I felt my pants slip from her fingers, as I kept her in place, her body was close enough for me to feel the hairs on my legs brush against her skin as I kicked the sweats behind me, refusing to let her near the caked mess that covered my feet. Her hands on my face saved me from my internal battle, as she gently pulled my lips to hers. “Go get rinsed off, I’ll join you in a second.” She sighed against my lips, her sweet breath intoxicating me until she could move me through the door. The hot water felt amazing, soothing my muscles, that still felt a little tight, I could almost feel the stress melting away with the grime that was being washed off of me. I rolled my neck, as I moved deeper, relishing the sensation, when movement caught my eye. Charlie was adding her socks to the pile of dirty clothes, she pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her in a silky strappy top, and her panties. I watched mesmerised as she slipped the undershirt over her skin, the way it clung to her body, like even her clothing couldn’t bear to be parted from her. My cock was throbbing in my hand, before I consciously thought about it, her breasts bounced delightfully as she removed her bra, her nipples puckering in the cool air of the bathroom. I began stroking myself as the urge for a release felt like a flame growing within me, she slipped her panties over her hips, I trailed the material with my eyes as it slipped down her thighs, clinging to her. As she stood her eyes locked with mine. She moved through the steam and water with purpose as she approached me. “That’s not what you need.” She said softly, as she removed my hand from my throbbing cock, she moved behind me, picking up something from the shelf before gently shifting me out of the water. She soaped up my loofah and began washing my right hand.
“You don’t have-” I began.
“I want to. Let me, look after you.” She repeated the words I had so often said to her, emphasising the words me and you, so I fully understood her meaning. I felt my resolve slipping as she moved up my arm, carefully cleaning away the muck of my day. My muscles finally began to feel soothed under her soft touch. After she had thoroughly cleansed my hands and arms, she moved to my chest, around to my back, and down my legs, I couldn’t stop myself from flinching away when she tried to wash my feet. “Don’t... please?” I asked as I pulled her upright, she looked into my eyes, a sadness I couldn’t understand in them, but nodded her head as she accepted my lips on hers.
“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to add to your stress.” She admitted quietly as she led me back under the spray.
“I know.” I breathed against her lips as the water hit my skin, my palms itched with the need to feel her smooth skin beneath them. My lips attacked hers hungrily as I nudged her back until her spine hit the tiles and she squeaked in surprise at the cold surface, her hands pushing against my chest. “Let’s finish getting you cleaned up first.” She insisted, grabbing some bottles I didn’t recognise and moving out of the water. I followed her intrigued, and she giggled at me trying to get a peek at the label over her shoulder as she placed them on the floor.
“Come here.” She instructed, pulling my face closer to hers, before pouring something from the smallest bottle onto her fingertips, and massaged it onto my face carefully. It smelled of apricots but had a sandy texture. “This will help get the dirt... and stuff from your pores.” She explained as she made small circular motions over my forehead, nose and cheeks, before rinsing off her hands and picking up another bottle. “I kinda can’t believe you didn’t have any of this before, but I found a beard shampoo, because using the stuff you use on your head, on your beard, can dry out your skin.” She muttered as she began soaping up my facial hair, the tips of her fingers drawing patterns on my skin before combing through the length and starting again. Part of me longed for her to scape her nails along my skin, provoke me into pinning her against the wall and taking her roughly. The rest of me hoped she never stopped, as her soft hands and the peppermint scent of the shampoo drew out all the stress and negativity that felt like it had infected my mind and soul. But eventually, she did stop, I had closed my eyes, lost in the sensation. “You need to move lower if I'm going to reach your head.” She giggled, as she picked up the shampoo, I waited for her to straighten before kneeling before her, she rolled her eyes, but smiled as she began lathering up my hair. My hands skimmed her thighs as she repeated the process she had completed on my beard, her fingertips massaging my scalp softly. Forgetting all about the products still on my face, my hands moved to her back, pulling her closer until my forehead rested on her sternum, and yet her fingers never stopped, long after my hair was completely coated, she continued, until every ounce of me was relaxed. “You need to rinse off now.” She sang, but I found myself stubbornly clinging to her, just as unwilling as everything else to be parted from her. “As soon as you’re rinsed off, you can wash me.” She offered, as she encouraged me to my feet, and back under the water. She helped me comb the suds from my hair until the water ran clear, and I found myself feeling a little lighter, like the weight of the knowledge I now carried was less suffocating. My hands moved to her face, as I brushed her hair back off her face and kissed her with everything I had.
“Thank you.” I sighed, my forehead pressed to hers as I held her to me,
“You don’t have to thank me.” She smiled, as she gently rubbed my cheeks where my beard started, combing out the last of the products. “Come on, it’s getting late, and we are wasting water.” She smiled and feeling more at peace than I had in a while, I eagerly grabbed her products and set about taking care of her in the same fashion. Her hums of appreciation and moans of relaxation had me hard again in seconds, every caress of her skin felt like foreplay as I lavished my attention on every inch of her divine body. We wasted no time exiting the shower, Charlie turned the water off as I peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses, taking my time to taste her sweet skin.
“Daniel!” She moaned as I sucked on her mark slowly, and like she had flipped a switch in me, I could be denied no longer.
*Apologies for the late update, the chaos that is life hindered my routine today, I hope you have enjoyed the story so far, let me know what you think in the comments, and please like if you are enjoying the story.
Constance *
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