Chapter 89: Chapter 89
Kane POV
“I thought I smelled you,” I smile.
“But we had to make sure,” Axel adds.
Axel and I thought we were losing our minds when he caught her smell. There was no way she would be wandering in this part of the mansion. But her scent got stronger, and we rushed out of the showers into the hallway.
“I ... I’m so sorry.” Katie stumbles over her words, her face bright red.
We should not tease her like this, but she is adorable when she blushes. I cannot decide which Katie I like the most. The angry woman from yesterday in the woods, or the shy girl in front of us.
“What are you doing in here?” Axel grins. “Are you lost again?”
“It’s your fault,” I smile, looking at Axel. “You never gave her the blueprint like you promised.
“I ...” She bites her lip, glancing up at the ceiling to avoid looking at us. “I needed a towel.”
Fuck me, she is intoxicating, but she is Mason’s mate. We need to stay far, far away from Katie. But it is getting harder and harder every time I see her. And she is here ... all ... the ... time.
A little devil settles on my shoulder. We might not be allowed to touch her, but we are allowed to tease her and flirt a little.
“I guess you can have mine if you’re really desperate,” I say, removing the towel from my waist and holding it in the air. Her eyes flutter to my groin before she fixates on a spot on the wall. “I’m sure Axel would give you his, too. Isn’t that right, Axel?”
“Of course, Katie,” Axel purrs, and she gulps.
“Th ... thank you,” she stutters. “But I think you need them more than I.”
“Now you know how it feels,” I whisper, stepping closer until her back is against the wall. I place my hand beside her head against the wall, leaning in but not touching her.
“Today, you shifted, and we had to watch.” My voice is hoarse with lust, and my erection grows hard.
She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it again, exhaling deeply. At the same time, the sweet, heady scent of her arousal hits us. It hangs in the air ... thick, cloying, tempting.
“Fuck,” Axel groans, closing his eyes.
Goddess, she smells so good. I want to cage her in against that wall and press my body to hers, wrap her legs around my waist, and thrust inside her so deeply she screams.
Her eyes flutter close when I lean into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply into my soul. For nights to come, I will remember this moment, this smell, and it will crush me the same as it does now. We cannot make the first move. Not when she is mated.
“Yes, you can,” Hunter begs and paws.
“I don’t know how much longer I can stand here like this,” Axel says. “Blade is killing me.”
“I know she wants it, too. She just won’t make a move,” I said. “Do you think ...”
“What?” Axel asks.
“If we make the first move,” I continue. “Are we doing the same thing to Mason that Alice did to us?”
“It’s different,” Hunter interrupts.
“My wolf doesn’t seem to think so,” Axel replies.
“Mine either,” I say.
“What are you two saying about me?” Katie asks in a shaky voice, and I stand back, surprised.
Curiously, I stare at her.
“You can speak to each other with your minds, right?” Her voice is huskier than usual, and it is sexy as fuck. “So, I want to know what you’re saying.”
“Are you sure about that?” Axel asks, and she nods.
“Sweet Katie,” I trace a finger down her cheek. “Sometimes the answer is not what you want to hear.”
“Tell me,” her breath is barely audible.
“We were saying that it’s really fucking hard to stand in here alone with you, looking at you, smelling you, and not touching you,” I admit. “Not tasting you.”
She inhales sharply, and her face flushes.
“Especially when you keep doing that,” I say, my nostrils flaring as another wave of her scent hits me.
“What if you didn’t touch?” she says, walking past us into the shower room.
Axel and I exchange a confused glance as we follow her inside.
“What if you just looked while I did it?” she asks, supporting her back against the wall, and sliding her hand down her pants.
Katie POV
I cannot help myself. I have never, ever been so aroused as at this very moment. Water is rolling off their muscular torsos in delicious rivulets, and their erections are pulsing like they are begging to be touched. I am at the point where it feels that if I do not relieve myself immediately, I will lose my mind.
But they think I am still Mason’s mate, and I will not make the first move. So, here I am, shamefully putting my hand in my pants. This is wrong on so many levels.
“No, it’s not,” Lily argues. “Mason isn’t your mate. Hell, he’s not even your boyfriend.”
Lily is right, I know. But still, according to Kane and Axel, I am mated. And what respectful mate will please herself in front of other men?
I slide my finger inside my soaking, aching heat, and close my eyes when the first ripple of delight surges through me.
Kane and Axel breathe heavily as they watch me pleasing myself. Their hands travel down to their erections, and a moan escapes my lips when they start pumping in rhythm with my movements.
I am unsure if this is normal, but I find it extremely sexy and exhilarating to share this moment with each other without touching. The muscles in my thighs tighten, and I moan softly when I find sweet release.
I pull my hand out of my pants and walk up to them. I cannot help myself; I need to touch them. I reach out, touching their wet, muscular torsos, releasing a little gasp of pleasure as I trace the grooves of their muscles.
“Katie?” a voice cries out, and my brain short-circuits.
I swing around and see Mason standing in the doorway, sweaty and shaking with anger.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mason demands.
