THIRTY-NINE

*Cahir*

I should join her in the bath – help her wash her back and maybe her front. Holy hell, she was going to have me in a constant horny mess. How could a body be so perfect? Why did the goddess favour her so with a body that had me panting for a fourth round in two hours?

“Self-control, Cahir!” I snapped at myself. It took all my willpower to stop myself from hopping out of bed and joining her in the shower. The sound of the shower running called my name and I almost answered.

Just picturing her naked under that stream of water had me panting then I saw red for a second, imagining the water sliding down her skin while I fought myself to retain control.

I’d heard the first few weeks of mating could be intense with the need to mate at every hour and the possessive urge to hide one’s mate, but I didn’t think it would be true to this extent. I never wanted to get out of this bed ever again. All I wanted was to burrow into her forever. That thought had me swallowing – hard.

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