Marissa watched his back as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. Well, that hadn’t gone well. The wolf inside her complained and demanded she go after her mate.
She knew she should have told him that she loved him too. And she did. The first time he kissed her, he had taken her heart along with her soul. He was everything to her, but giving him knowledge of that was hard for an independent woman.
Huffing out an irritated breath, Marissa stood and walked to the bathroom. She smiled when the knob turned in her hand and she opened the door. She could see Gage, through the glass, with both hands braced against the wall and his head bent under the spray. Pulling in all her courage, she opened the glass door and stepped silently behind him.
He jumped as she touched his back. “What are you doing?”
Marissa leaned into him, pressing her naked body against his. “Helping you shower.” She reached over and picked up the soap from the dish.
Using shaking hands, afraid of rejection, she began washing his body. Running her soapy hands over his shoulders, down his strong back, to the sculpted ass she wanted to sink her teeth into, she took in his scent. Mixed with sweat, soap, and her own.
Kneeling behind him, she began to run her hands up and down his legs. She slipped her hands over his body and massaged the flesh as she washed.
When she massaged his cheeks then ran a finger between them, his body shivered. Marissa liked the reaction. Gage had introduced her to so much in the past week. Maybe, just maybe, she could do the same for him. To show him how she felt.
She wasn’t a hundred percent sure what she was doing. Her hand worked on its own as she washed and touched him. Her fingers found themselves between his legs, running over his anus before slipping forward to massage his sac.
He shuddered at her touch and she moved with more confidence. While massaging his sac and then his thick cock, she used her other hand to run over his tight hole. Slowly and carefully, she slipped just the tip of her finger carefully in and out.
His breath rushed out and he groaned. His hands on the shower wall started to shake. Marissa continued to stroke him with one hand while she pushed her finger into the back entrance that had never been penetrated.
His hips moved as she grew in confidence and fingered the prostate. If what she’d read in books was right, he would enjoy this. She knew he’d never had it done before—they’d talked about all their sexual experiences and likes. He’d told her this was something he was willing to try with the right partner. And she was the right partner, the only one he would have from now on, and she was a mate who wouldn’t share.
She matched her rhythm on his shaft, the strokes in and out of his ass, finally pushing her finger all the way inside. His hips moved forward, rubbing against her hands before slamming back against her finger. Gage picked up the speed with his movements and Marissa added a second finger. He groaned and she knew he was close to climax. The hoarse cry that tore out of his throat echoed around the bathroom as his body bucked and he started to spill his seed over Marissa’s hand and the shower tile.
Once he’d released, Marissa took her hands from him and started to kiss her way up. When she reached his shoulder, she bit into it. Gage’s body jerked under her. When she slipped between him and the shower wall, she met his eyes.
“I love you Gage. I have from the beginning. And you are mine too.”
Emotions broke out over his face, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her all over her face.
He ignored the light knock on the door. When the knock came again, he lifted his head and yelled. “Go away!”
The knock sounded again and they heard Logan’s voice. “I apologise for interrupting Alpha.”
“Then don’t,” Gage complained, keeping contact with her.
“Yes, sir. I wouldn’t, except we have a visitor that has arrived.”
Gage’s face shut down before he reached over and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist before looking back at her with hot, promising eyes. He handed her a large towel before yanking the door open.
“And just who did you let in without my permission?”
“Your father, Alpha.”
Marissa’s heart sank.
Gage laughed, surprising her. “I should have guessed. We’ll be right down.”
“Yes, Alpha.” Logan stepped away from the door and Gage beckoned for Marissa to leave the bathroom with him.
Gage pulled his clothes on quickly while watching her do the same.
“I hate to see you cover that beautiful body,” Gage teased.
Pulling on her jeans, Marissa sent him a dirty look. “Well, I’m not meeting your father without clothes on.”
Gage stalked towards her. “Okay, how about just without the panties?”
Marissa moved out of his reach. He could have caught her, but he was trying to relax her. It was obvious she was nervous about his father being there. “Come on! It’s your house now too.”
“Absolutely not! It’s bad enough we both have wet hair so he’ll probably guess what we were doing!”
“Oh he’ll more than guess since we smell like each other and sex.” Gage wrapped an arm around her waist as she tried to pull her shirt on.
“Stop that!” Marissa ordered, but he didn’t miss the smile playing at the corner of her lips.
Once she was dressed, he held out his hand. “Then let’s go get this over with then so we can get back to what we were doing.”
Marissa put her hand in his and he pulled her from the room.
“What’s he doing here?”
“He probably heard about the trouble.”
They walked into the living room just as Logan handed Gage’s father a glass filled with brown liquid.
“Father,” Gage greeted.
The man stood and walked over quickly. “Son.”
The two men stood for a moment before laughing and embracing in a big hug. The embrace lasted several minutes before the older man turned his eyes to her. Stepping away from his son, he took in Marissa.
She looked practically ready to run. Gage knew his father would understand and put her at ease. Even before any of this happened, Gage had told his father about her.
“You must be Marissa.”
Marissa nodded and dropped her eyes. Gage wanted to tell her that wasn’t necessary, but his father moved first.
“My daughter,” he said softly as he hugged her to him. “I welcome you into my family.”
When he pulled away, Gage noticed the surprise on her face and knew his father hadn’t missed it either.
“I am so pleased to meet my son’s chosen.”
Marissa glanced over at Gage, and he smiled at her reassuringly. She relaxed visibly and looked at his father.
“It is nice to meet you too.” Her voice was soft but strong. Showing her strength even when she was afraid.
His father took her arm and headed for the couch. Gage followed and sat in a chair across from them. Logan remained by the door, still on watch.
“We’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other better, but first, let’s discuss this situation with the other Pack,” his father told Marissa as they sat.
Thirty minutes later, Marissa was arguing with both men.
“There should be no challenge!” Her voice rose above the rest.
Gage shook his head. “He will challenge me. And I have to accept.” He knew she didn’t want him to, but she had to understand where he was coming from. Protecting her was his duty.
“You don’t have to do anything,” she argued.
“He must protect his mate.” His father spoke the words Gage had been thinking.
Frustrated, Marissa stomped to the window and looked out. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me,” she said more quietly.