The Price They Paid: Imprinted Mates Series

the soap into his skin with my hands before washing it away. I removed his bottoms and ignored his shaft. The man was always partially erect and now was no different.
Seuss was a sexy god with a body that I was dying to taste. He was a masterpiece that I tended to with great care. The dirty thoughts racing through my mind weren’t from the part of me that wanted him healthy. It was from the woman that wanted him as hers. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but I couldn’t help but dream.
Seuss’ hips and thighs seemed to be much warmer than the rest of his body. When I washed him there he gripped the sheets and closed his yes. At first, I thought that I was hurting him, but when I asked if he was okay his gruff reply told me all that I needed to know. His cock was all that was left, and I took my time getting to it.
When I took it in hand, his eyes seemed to glow brighter. The cloth was nice and soapy, so he was lubricated nicely. He hummed, and I stroked him slowly, enjoying him. He watched me intently, and I never looked away. I twisted my wrists around him, and he hissed as his eyes burned even brighter. I smiled before cupping his sack and cleaning it gingerly.
After rinsing him clean, I reached for his clothes, but he refused them. I covered him with his sheet and removed my boots to get on to the next phase of things. I started to get on the bed to work on shaving him but remembered that he was only wearing a sheet. A mischievous smile laced his features, and I cursed myself for teasing him during the bath.
“Are you washing my hair as well?” he asked.
I bit the side of my lip. I had enough water to do it all but none of it seemed safe. “Let me go change first.”
“No.”
I sighed. Maybe he could deny me, but I wasn’t as strong. I straddled his hips slowly and he closed his eyes. I didn’t know that wolves purred. Or maybe it was a low growl. Either way, when I brushed through his hair he was like putty in my hands. He watched me intently, and while it made me nervous, it also aroused me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, just that he seemed to be assessing me carefully. My mouth was close to his even though his head was tilted backwards. I fanned his hair out so that it could dry while I shaved him.
I was in the middle of lining up the hair on his cheek when he decided to be brazen. “Do I get a kiss when this is over?”
I cleared my throat. Did he remember? “What made you ask that?”
“Because I did the last time.”
I could only imagine how the color of my face deepened right now. I was embarrassed, and I had nothing to say for it.
“Or do I have to be passed out for that?”
I playfully hit his chest, and he laughed.
“There won’t be any kissing.” I poked his chest for emphasis. I cleaned him up and was about to stand when he grabbed my thighs holding me in place.
“I’ll take my kiss now.”
“Stubborn man.” I leaned forward for a quick peck, but he had other plans.
He captured my lips between his, hungrily taking my mouth. I panted around the kiss, breathless but begging for more. His hand fisted my hair and he arched my neck as he planted butterfly kisses until he reached my collarbone. My resistance was melting along with my core, and it was all for him. This was a bad idea, but I was powerless to resist.
“Time for ... oh …” A loud growl echoed throughout the room as Seuss pulled me into his arms protectively. I turned to see Alice fleeing from the room with a tray of food.
I giggled against Seuss’ chest.
“You … this isn’t funny …” His voice was gruff and sexy.
I kissed his chest and pushed against his tight hold around me. “I normally lock the door behind me before I give you a bath, but I was so nervous that I forgot.”
“Your fault then.” He chuffed.
I laughed harder. “Don’t blame me for her delivery of your dinner.”
Seuss silenced me with another kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. There was something about this moment that felt different than before. The way he held me close as he conquered the kiss sent my mind spinning. I clung to him as if he was my life line. I could smell his arousal through the taste of him. He tasted of pure sin, and I was hungry for more. He pulled away from my lips and nibbled along my chin. My head rolled away from him, and he followed me with his lips. He sucked along the curve of my neck then replaced his lips with the tips of his tongue, raising goosebumps in its trail.
“Seuss,” I moaned loudly. A hum rose deeply from his chest. Seuss was sliding the shoulder of my dress down my arm as he kissed across my collarbone.
A knock sounded at the door, and I knew without a doubt that it was Maddox. Every bone in Seuss’ body tensed. He was ready to strike, and I wasn’t sure that I could hold him back. I kissed his lips briefly and begged him with my eyes to relax.
“Yes?” I yelled out.
Maddox voice was loud and clear when he spoke. “I’m sorry to interrupt any bonding time but Justice, there’s a problem with one of the girls. I wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t an emergency in the pack.”
I looked at Seuss and confusion was apparent on his face. “I’m sorry. I need to go see what’s going on.”
I regretted to leave him but if there was an emergency I had to go. Seuss stared after me as I laced up my boots and