The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 101

I must have dazed off, because the next thing I know, warm hands were brushing hair from my face. I opened my eyes to find Kais sitting beside me, his expression gentle.

“You look a lot better,” he observed, his hand tracing the curve of my cheek,

I smiled, the simple act of being with him easing some of the turn inside me. I feel a lot better. There won’t be a single need for

those bandages anymore,

“You are right.” His eyes traveled over me appraisingly. “But I still don’t believe you are well enough to take your bath yourself.”

“You are probably right,” I agreed, a flutter of anticipation warming may belly.

He helped me to the adjoining bathroom, his hands steady and sure as he guided me into the large tub. The hot water embraced me, soothing muscles I hadn’t realized were still tease from my captivity Kaius’s fingers were gentle as they ran through my hair, smoothing the strands with slow movements.

“You don’t know how much self–control it takes for me to see you naked and do nothing, he murmured, his voice dropping to that register that always sent shivers down my spine.

I turned to face him, water sloshing around us. “Then don’t hold back

Something dark and hungry flashed in his amber eyes. “What are you doing to me, Elowen?”

“I like being your obsession, Alpha,” I whispered, reaching for him want to feel you.”

My words seemed to please him; a satisfied smirk touched his mouth

He hauled me up from the cooling bathwater, his grip firm, possessive, pinning me against the tiled wall for a moment as water streamed down my naked body. His eyes raked over me, hot and intense against my chilled skin, before he finally reached for a Towel Ho grabbed it and started rubbing me down with brisk, almost rough strokes, pausing only to press his face close to my neck, my damp skin, inhaling my scent like an animal staking a claim.

Before I could fully register the shift, his hand clamped hard over my breast. His head lowered, and teeth grazed, then bit down sharply on my nipple. I cried out, a protest dying on my lips as sheer shock and a jolt of unwanted heat shot through me.

Ignoring my gasp, he swung me effortlessly into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He didn’t place me down; he tossed me onto the bed, my naked body landing with a soft bounce on the mattress. The air folt cool on my damp skin, but a pulsing heat emanated from between my legs, slick and exposed from the bath.