The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Aurora

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Not long after, the bathroom door finally creaked open. I lifted my head, expecting him to come out already dressed, just like I had.

Instead… he stepped out with only a towel wrapped low around his waist.

And my brain completely short–circuited.

Water still clung to his skin, sliding slowly down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle like it had all the time in the world. His hair

was damp, darker than usual, curling slightly at the ends. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe.

“Zayn!” I hissed, my voice coming out sharper than I meant it to.

Pure instinct made me slap my hands over my face, even though it was already too late. My cheeks burned, heat rushing up my

neck, my ears, everywhere. I could feel how red I was without even needing a mirror.

“For the love of–what are you doing?” I muttered from behind my hands, peeking through my fingers despite myself. I absolutely

was not winning this battle.

“Oh, come on, Rory,” he said, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips, “don’t act so innocent. You already saw, and felt-”

“Shut up!” I cut him off sharply, my hands still pressed against my burning cheeks. My heart was hammering like it wanted to escape, and my wolf was practically screaming at me to run–but where could I go? The bed was behind me, the walls too close.

Zayn just laughed softly, low and amused, clearly enjoying every second of my flustered state. “Relax,” he said, shrugging, towel still

around his waist. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I groaned, burying my face deeper into my hands, wishing I could disappear entirely. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, voice muffled.

He moved closer, deliberately slow, just enough to make me aware of his presence without actually touching me. “Impossible?” he

echoed, his voice teasing but warm. “Baby, you make me feel alive. That’s hardly impossible.”

I peeked through my fingers, narrowing my eyes at him. “Alive? You call this making me feel alive?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah… and don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

I huffed softly, rolling my eyes as I finally lowered my hands. “You’re too cocky,” I muttered.

He laughed, that deep, effortless sound that always did strange things to my stomach. “Too cocky,” he repeated, tilting his head, “or

do I just know I’m completely irresistible to you?”

I opened my mouth to shoot back some sarcastic answer–something quick and sharp–but I never got the chance.

Because in one smooth, careless motion, Zayn let the towel fall to the floor.

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Chapter 227

My breath vanished.

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My jaw actually dropped as I stared at him, frozen in place like someone had hit the pause button on my entire body.

Heat rushed straight to my face, my ears, my neck–everywhere at once.

There he stood, completely naked, his thick cock hanging heavy between his muscular thighs, semi–hard and veined, the broad head already swelling slightly as if it knew exactly the effect it had. His balls dangled low beneath, full and tight, and a trimmed patch of dark hair framed the base, drawing my eyes right to that impressive length that twitched faintly under my gaze.

“Z–Zayn,” I managed, my voice cracking in a way that was humiliating on every possible level, my pussy clenching involuntarily at

the sight.

He didn’t look embarrassed. Not even a little. If anything, he looked amused. Dangerous. Way too confident for someone standing

there with his cock on full display.

“What?” he asked lightly, arching a brow. “You’re the one who was staring.”

I snapped my gaze upward immediately, mortified, but not before I caught how his shaft thickened just a bit more, rising toward half–mast. “That is so not fair,” I muttered, my nipples hardening against my shirt.

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