“Tease.”

“Shut up about that. It’s my job to be desirable. But you can tell me why I don’t seem to have any actual symptoms from my fight with Carter except for some muscle soreness and fatigue.”

He chuckled. “The change did it. We heal very quickly. You were out for two days and while you were unconscious your wolf healed your body.”

“You should come in here. I’m having a hard time reaching my back. Plus, I can’t really hear you.”

Lex rolled his eyes but that didn’t stop him from stripping off his clothes in record time and getting into the enclosure with her.

“Here.” She handed him the soap and a washcloth and turned around.

He cleaned her back and tried not to think about how alluring she looked there, wet and glistening. Her scent rose on the steamy air and tempted his senses.

“So, you were saying that my wolf healed me? And okay, so you have to explain this a bit. I have a wolf? I mean, am I not a werewolf? It’s separate? And Gabriel was in the hospital for four days after he was bitten, he barely made it.”

“It’s difficult to explain but yes, you have a wolf. When you’re in human form it sort of curls up inside of you. It’s metaphysical stuff, I can’t do it justice. But it’s a part of you.”

She turned and tipped her head back, rinsing her hair. Her back arched and brought her into contact with his body and his body tightened.

“And uh,” he cleared his throat, “Rey wasn’t as strong as you are. I’m sorry, I realize that sounds cold, but it’s the truth and the reason why your body dealt with the conversion so quickly and healed so fast.”

She reached back and squeezed the water from her hair as she moved aside. “You want in here? I’ll scrub your back since you were so helpful.” She quirked up a saucy smile and he laughed.

“I’m good. I showered before I came to bed.” He stepped out and handed her a towel.

“Oh my! It’s warm. Did you just get it from the dryer or something?” She wrapped her hair and he gently patted her back and legs dry.

“The towel bars are heated, like the floors.” He was on his knees as he finished drying her legs. He looked up her body and caught her staring, lips parted, breath quickened.

“Uh, wow. Nice. The architect must be a smart guy who likes comfort.” An eyebrow went up.

“Well, he had no idea he’d have a beautiful mate to keep warm, but he’s glad he thought of it.”

“Okay, let’s stop talking in the third person now. Instead, I propose that you f**k me.” She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her body.

“Nina…”

“Oh what now?”

“You’re still healing. We should wait.” Unable to help himself, he leaned in and inhaled, the rich scent of her body.

“Gah! You with the talking. Shut up and f**k me already! Your little mister certainly wants to.”

He stood and pushed her back into the bedroom with his body. “My what?” His voice was incredulous.

“Thingy. Wee-wee. Johnson. Hoo-hoo. You know,” she indicated his cock, “that.”

Barely holding back a laugh, he bent, grabbing and picking her up. He placed her on the bed gently. “How old are you, Nina?” He scrambled up after her, leaning over her body but keeping his weight on his elbows instead of on her.

“I’m thirty and yes, it’s weird for me to actually say cock. I can say it in my head, but it’s weird to say it out loud.”

“What did you call it before?”

“What do you mean?”

He actually growled and she arched a brow.

“With the others. I have a hard time understanding a man who would be fine with you referring to his c**k as his little mister.”

She burst out laughing. “Oh Scooby, is this about my saying ‘little’ before the mister part?”

“Partially. And did you just refer to me as a cartoon dog?” He wandered off as he realized what she’d said and then remembered she had dodged him. Clever wolf, his mate. “Answer my question.”

She blushed fiercely. “I…you know there haven’t been many men before you. I didn’t call it anything, I don’t think. And it’s not little. You know that.”

He kissed her quick and hard. “Big huh?” He smirked. “Oh. Good. I look forward to you saying it to me. A lot.”

“Well are you gonna do anything with it or talk us both to sleep?”

“Well first, let’s get your pu**y ready for me.” He slid down her body, parting her thighs as he went.

“Yes, okay,” she replied faintly. “You know the wolves are all about the o**l s*x, it’s a bonus in favor of the whole conversion thing. I don’t think it comes standard with other types of convers…omigod!” She gasped as the tip of his tongue slid against her.

Slow, long licks of his tongue drew her toward orgasm. The sinuous slide of the flat of his tongue was heaven. He lapped with more pressure as he drew up and over her clit, pressing against it, pressing it against her body. The sensation made her breathless and tingly and altogether wonderful.

The emotional nature of their conversation, and really of the last weeks, rushed through her. She could feel the intensity of his feelings for her, could feel how much he loved and desired her.

When he slid one finger and then two deep into her pu**y and stroked over her sweet spot in time with suckling her clit, her back arched and she couldn’t help the long moan of his name that escaped her lips as orgasm slammed into her body.