DAVE
Need and Ceremony
The shower runs cold but my blood burns hot, watching Kat brush her teeth at the sink wearing nothing but one of my shirts. The fabric barely covers her ass, riding up when she leans forward to spit, giving me glimpses of territory I've mapped with tongue and teeth a thousand times but still crave like a starving man. The alpha prime edge makes everything sharper—her scent, the sound of her breathing, the way morning light turns her skin to warm honey I want to lick from collarbone to ankle.
"Stop staring." She doesn't look at me, but I catch her smile in the mirror. "We have things to do before the ceremony."
"I have things to do to you before the ceremony." I step out of the shower, not bothering with a towel, letting her see exactly what her presence does to m
