Page 48 of Banished From the Pack

I open the cabinet and pull out the sack with the stuff Warrick bought. Ethan rifles through it before pulling out the razors and shaving cream with a triumphant grin. “I’d better teach you to use these,” he says. “Wouldn’t want you to cut yourself, after all.”

He crouches, retrieves the package the razor came in and rips it open. Running his thumb over the blade, he hisses when it slices his skin and a drop of blood appears.

“Oh, no,” I cry. “Are you okay?”

He chuckles and sucks his thumb into his mouth.

“Does it hurt?” I ask. “What if you cut me, too?”

“Not a chance, pup,” he says, pointing to the tub. “Take off your clothes and get in.”

I slide the soft cotton from my torso as he turns on the hot water. Water streams from the spigot, but he doesn’t pull out the metal device that makes it shoot out the showerhead. Instead, he inserts something in the drain, and water fills the tub.

His gaze rakes my entire body, and he groans like he’s in pain.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “Is it your thumb?”

“Get in,” he orders.

I step past him, brushing against his warm skin, and lower myself into the porcelain tub. Water crawls up my legs and hips, filling the basin. It’s like the hot springs but without the trees and the birds and the smells of earth.

Razor and shaving cream in hand, Ethan climbs in opposite me, cranking off the water before settling into the tub.

I draw my legs up to my chest to make room for him.

“Leg, please.” He extends his hand, and I stretch out one of my legs and rest it on his muscular thigh.

He pops the top off the shaving cream and presses a button, sending a bubble of white cream into his palm. With soft, sure strokes, he spreads it on my leg. His hands on my skin feel warm and good. Staring at me intently, the slightest smile curving his lips, Ethan draws the razor down my leg.

“See, no blood,” he says, flashing me a grin and wiggling the razor at me. “It only makes you nice and smooth.”

Suddenly, I remember Warrick saying I might want to be smooth between my legs for a real man, and that part of me burns hotter, making me squirm. Ethan watches me with a knowing smirk, then scoops water into his palm, rinsing my skin. He runs his palm up and down my calf. It feels so good I want to drop my head back and moan.

Ethan continues squirting the foamy white cream into his palm, spreading it over my skin and drawing the razor over it until my legs are hairless. His breath moves quickly from his heaving lungs, and I can see the big bulge of his cock still straining against his wet jeans.

When he’s done with my calves, he parts my knees and moves closer to my body in the water, looking down between them. “Now comes the fun part,” he says with a grin.

“What’s the fun part?” I whisper.

“Your pussy,” he growls in a voice so deep I barely recognize it.

“My what?”

“Spread your legs and rest them on my thighs and scoot closer.” His tongue darts across his lips.

Swirls of tingly feelings shoot through my lower belly as I do as I’m told. Water no longer touches the place between my legs that feels so good and aches so bad.

He squirts another cloud of shaving cream in his hand and touches it between my legs. I gasp with pleasure, my hips rising on their own. Ethan moans and spreads the cream into my hair, massaging me until I’m whimpering like my wolf when she’s injured. He just chuckles and holds up the razor, slowly stroking it down the side of my hair. He works slowly, and each stroke is torture. Not because he’s cutting me or making me bleed, but because I want his touch again, and when I get a bit of it, it’s not enough.

“You like that, pup?” he asks, though the shine in his eyes and the upward slant of his mouth says he knows the answer already.

“Yes,” I say, my voice somewhere between a whisper and a moan.

He chuckles and spreads open the outer layer of my heat, gazing down at the secret within like he’s never seen something so wondrous. I raise my hips slowly, and he slides a finger across the swollen bud between those lips. I give a little mewling cry.

“Goddamn, Luna,” he growls. “I want to fuck you so hard your head explodes.”

“What?” I ask, drawing away slightly. “Don’t do that!”