Free Wolf on the Hunt by N. J. Walters Page A

served to teach her more about herself than she’d ever known. For that, she was grateful. She hoped he’d answer some of her questions before he left. It was enough.
    It would have to be, because it was all she had.
    She picked up the fork and began to vigorously whisk the eggs into a frothy liquid.
    Louis leaned his hands against the cool tiles, ducked his head and let the water flow over him. It felt good to be clean, to have the last remnants of the shooting washed away. The scars were still visible but would fade to almost nothing as time went on. He straightened and slicked the hair out of his face before glancing down at his erection. Damn thing still hadn’t gone away.
    He couldn’t hear Gray over the whoosh of the water, but he knew she was in the kitchen cooking something for him. It was all kinds of wrong to be thrilled by that fact. He liked the idea of eating something she’d prepared for him. His wolf growled in appreciation.
    He damn well couldn’t go into the kitchen looking like this. The only thing he had to wear was a towel or sheet, and the fabric was going to tent with his cock at full mast. He usually had more control over himself, but there was something about Gray that shot it all to hell.
    She was just so sweet and brave and hot as hell. His dick twitched. Oh yeah, her curly brown hair and her expressive blue eyes drew him in. Her full breasts and curvy hips made him sweat. It was a wonder the water wasn’t steaming as soon as it hit his skin.
    Louis cursed and grabbed the soap. It was Gray’s soap, the fresh, natural scent that coated her skin. His cock hardened even more.
    He lathered it between his hands before tossing it back on the shelf. He huffed out a breath and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. It felt so fucking good. Not nearly as good as it would to have her hands on him, but he could easily imagine it.
    He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the fantasy. It wasn’t his rough, callused hands on his cock but Gray’s smaller, softer ones. He groaned and pumped faster. His balls were trying to climb into his damn body they were pulled up so tight.
    Even better, he imagined her on her knees in front of him, naked, her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock as she sucked him deep. He snarled as his orgasm shot from the base of his shaft and out the top. His dick swelled in his hand. If he’d been inside her, he’d be locked in her wet heat.
    He slapped one hand against the tile to keep from falling to his knees. That’s what he really wanted—to be buried as deep as he could get in Gray’s tempting body.
    He ignored the remnants of his release, letting the water wash it away as he continued to pump until he couldn’t take it anymore. Only when he was sure he was totally spent did he grab the soap and clean himself up once more. It wouldn’t do for him to forget that Gray most likely had an enhanced sense of smell. The last thing he needed was for her to scent his release on his body.
    Yeah, that totally wouldn’t be cool.
    He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower onto the mat. The towels were on the shelf and he grabbed one. He dragged it over his wet hair and then across his body before wrapping it around his waist. He shrugged. Nothing more he could do to make himself more presentable.
    She’d already seen him naked and stained with blood and dirt. This was a definitely improvement.
    He opened the bathroom door and silently padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. The delicious smell of eggs and ham tickled his nostrils. His stomach growled, a reminder that he was running on fumes. He ignored the weakness in his legs and chalked it up to jerking off in the shower instead of to blood loss and the efforts of healing.
    She didn’t turn around, but her shoulders tensed when he walked into the space. He hadn’t spoken, so she’d either heard him or scented him, maybe both. “Whatever you’re cooking smells good.”
    Gray turned slowly and ran