trust himself to remove her shredded garments. Nikita did it for him, hesitantly at first, and then with desperate clumsy moves that made the water slosh over the sides, until she sat just in her underwear. Raoul left her to soak for a while, just a quiet presence by her side, until she pulled her knees up and yanked at her bra in an unspoken request.
His fingers shook as he undid the clasp and pulled it away, and his dick hardened to the point of pain at the glimpse of her heavy globes. Unmarred by the attack, they called him. Her nipples were perfect little nubs set in wide areolae, which had his wolf salivating with need, before she hugged her knees again and hid them.
Wordlessly he took the showerhead and rinsed her body off, the murky evidence of her attack swirling down the plughole. If only he could shut off the vivid images imprinted on his eyelids as easily as the water tap.
She had finally stopped crying. The wrenching sobs that had shaken her body had subsided, and he managed to coax her out of the bath. With her body free of the mud and dirt it was just her hair that needed cleaning.
He massaged her silken tresses as gently as he could, forcing his breathing to stay even, to not give away his own anxiety. She'd been so upset, so devastated , that he hadn’t managed to bring himself to ask her the one question that was burning on his soul.
Judging by the knickers she still wore, perhaps she had managed to get away before anything worse could have happened? Surely she would not lean back into his hands if the bastards had done more than scare her silly?
His own beast roared and clawed to be set free, to seek revenge for the trespass on his territory, his woman. She was his, had been from the moment he’d spotted her across the crowded common room.
Raoul's jaws ached with the need to brand, to claim what was his , but that was not what she needed right now. He would stay her friend if it killed him.
With the last of the soapsuds rinsed out of her hair, he wrapped a towel around her head. Slowly and carefully he ran his fingers down her tense arms until he reached her hands wrapped around her thighs in a white knuckled grip. As tense as a bow string , she shivered under his touch, and he swallowed a curse.
He stepped away and took his bath robe off the back of the door, averting his eyes when she uncurled her limbs and stepped into it.
Made for his much bigger frame, it dwarfed her, and she managed a weak smile when he cinched the belt tight around her waist.
"Can you walk, squirt?" he asked, and she nodded and took a hesitant step toward him.
"Good, go have a seat in the living room, while I grab a quick shower, and get rid of the mess.”
Her eyes widened and filled with fresh tears, and he called himself a goddamn fool for reminding her of her ordeal. Eyes darting around the room she looked terrified again, and he couldn't stop his wolf's growl this time.
She dashed away from him and banged the bathroom door shut, and he thumped his head against the wall.
****
Nikita curled into a ball on Raoul's couch and listened to the sounds of the shower. He had been the first person she'd thought of after she managed to get away from the creatures. Creatures too terrifying to comprehend. Walking back through the park after her late night shift at the café, the man had suddenly appeared in front of her. Tall, intimidating, with a wicked scar slashed across his cheek, he had been impossible to get around. When she'd tried a pack of wolves had surrounded them. Teeth bared, heads down, they'd snarled at her, and frozen to the spot, she'd had no defense left against the man bearing down on her with glowing eyes.
"Such a pretty little bitch in heat, just for us boys. Has your momma never told you to stay inside at full moon?"
He'd smirked at the frantic shake of her head, and she'd watched in morbid fascination as his hand had formed into claws, and he had run one of those wicked looking claws along her cheek
His fingers shook as he undid the clasp and pulled it away, and his dick hardened to the point of pain at the glimpse of her heavy globes. Unmarred by the attack, they called him. Her nipples were perfect little nubs set in wide areolae, which had his wolf salivating with need, before she hugged her knees again and hid them.
Wordlessly he took the showerhead and rinsed her body off, the murky evidence of her attack swirling down the plughole. If only he could shut off the vivid images imprinted on his eyelids as easily as the water tap.
She had finally stopped crying. The wrenching sobs that had shaken her body had subsided, and he managed to coax her out of the bath. With her body free of the mud and dirt it was just her hair that needed cleaning.
He massaged her silken tresses as gently as he could, forcing his breathing to stay even, to not give away his own anxiety. She'd been so upset, so devastated , that he hadn’t managed to bring himself to ask her the one question that was burning on his soul.
Judging by the knickers she still wore, perhaps she had managed to get away before anything worse could have happened? Surely she would not lean back into his hands if the bastards had done more than scare her silly?
His own beast roared and clawed to be set free, to seek revenge for the trespass on his territory, his woman. She was his, had been from the moment he’d spotted her across the crowded common room.
Raoul's jaws ached with the need to brand, to claim what was his , but that was not what she needed right now. He would stay her friend if it killed him.
With the last of the soapsuds rinsed out of her hair, he wrapped a towel around her head. Slowly and carefully he ran his fingers down her tense arms until he reached her hands wrapped around her thighs in a white knuckled grip. As tense as a bow string , she shivered under his touch, and he swallowed a curse.
He stepped away and took his bath robe off the back of the door, averting his eyes when she uncurled her limbs and stepped into it.
Made for his much bigger frame, it dwarfed her, and she managed a weak smile when he cinched the belt tight around her waist.
"Can you walk, squirt?" he asked, and she nodded and took a hesitant step toward him.
"Good, go have a seat in the living room, while I grab a quick shower, and get rid of the mess.”
Her eyes widened and filled with fresh tears, and he called himself a goddamn fool for reminding her of her ordeal. Eyes darting around the room she looked terrified again, and he couldn't stop his wolf's growl this time.
She dashed away from him and banged the bathroom door shut, and he thumped his head against the wall.
****
Nikita curled into a ball on Raoul's couch and listened to the sounds of the shower. He had been the first person she'd thought of after she managed to get away from the creatures. Creatures too terrifying to comprehend. Walking back through the park after her late night shift at the café, the man had suddenly appeared in front of her. Tall, intimidating, with a wicked scar slashed across his cheek, he had been impossible to get around. When she'd tried a pack of wolves had surrounded them. Teeth bared, heads down, they'd snarled at her, and frozen to the spot, she'd had no defense left against the man bearing down on her with glowing eyes.
"Such a pretty little bitch in heat, just for us boys. Has your momma never told you to stay inside at full moon?"
He'd smirked at the frantic shake of her head, and she'd watched in morbid fascination as his hand had formed into claws, and he had run one of those wicked looking claws along her cheek
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