“Okay,” I gritted in response while walking through the double doors.
Thankfully, he didn’t follow after me, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the small tiled room with lines of showers along the walls. There were no dividers between the streams of water, but no one was in here with me, so at least I had some privacy.
It was blissful, turning on the hot water and standing under the stream. It was the first time since arriving that I didn’t feel the intrusive stare of my captors as I took hurried showers in the training locker room. My body ached and stung with wild abandon from the intense training session. Each beaded droplet of water slipped down my sweaty skin, washing away the feel of Spector embedded in the grime. It was a private mercy, and I relished in it.
As I was dipping my head back under the water, the door suddenly opened, revealing a sweaty, shirtless Crow. His blue hair was clumped with moisture, and his muscles were gleaming. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I stood frozen beneath the stream, not knowing if I should cover my nakedness, too caught off guard to react. But when I saw him trail those dynamic eyes of his up and down my slick body, I drowned in his gaze, my body flushing at the attention.
“Sorry. They told me to get cleaned up,” he said roughly, though his tone lacked any signs of remorse.
I sure as shit wasn’t sorry. A shirtless Crow was sexy as hell. My spider was thrilled. She wanted to explore the intrinsic connection between us and sink her fangs into his veins. Hungry saliva rushed into my mouth at the thought.
We didn’t say anything for a long moment. We simply exchanged hooded stares and silent pleading, both of us drinking in the sight of one another as awkward tension made my throat close. His body was beautiful. Rolling abs that rippled in their defined glory flexed with each inhale of his heaving breaths. There was a delicious V that led my hungry eyes down to the waistband of his training sweats, where his hand was poised and ready, like he was asking my permission to undress.
“Y-you better hurry. Oz said we only have thirty minutes. You don’t want to miss out on a hot shower,” I said, feigning innocence when all I really wanted to do was beg him to strip and show me what was causing the impressive bulge in his pants.
Watching me, he slowly flicked his button open, then slid down his zipper with excruciatingly sensual confidence. He took his time easing his tight clothes over his muscular thighs before dropping them to the wet floor.
“Oz is taking a nap outside. We have plenty of time,” he replied suggestively before running a hot palm over the front of his black boxers, making his cock bob behind the strained material.
My mouth filled with wanton venom, coating my lips and tongue with a flooding need. My breathing was rapid. There wasn’t enough air in the small shower room. All I could breathe in was steam coated with his lusty scent.
“You alright, Little Spider? I didn’t go too hard on you today in training, did I?” he asked while stepping closer to me.
His bare feet scuffled across the tiled floor as I put soap in my palm and started rubbing it along my body. I was pinned under his stare and desperate for friction against my sensitive skin. What would he think if I touched myself?
I couldn’t risk sex with Crow. I didn’t understand what happened with Tomb or if I could recreate it. And I wasn’t too hungry, so I didn’t have the excuse of demanding and feverish need directing my every move, though I could feel desire swiftly sweeping through me with each passing second.
Right now, my craving and hunger had nothing to do with the spider in my soul and everything to do with my own selfish need to fuck and feel normal for a moment.
“I thought I handled myself pretty well,” I teased. “A little more practice and I’ll be kicking your ass, Crow.”
I turned and faced the stream of water, letting the steady downpour hit my face as I trembled in anticipation, knowing his gaze was hot on my ass. It wasn’t until a hard body pressed against my back that I moved.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“Touching you,” he murmured, his fingers coming up to trail lightly over the curve of my hips.
I shivered at the touch and spun back around to face him, my hands colliding with his chest. I licked a droplet of water that had collected on the top of my lip, wishing I was licking water off his skin instead. My eyes flicked down to his black boxers which were drenched and slipping, the heavy material sliding down in the most torturous strip tease of my life.
“You’re soaked. Why don’t you take your boxers off?” I asked.
“Take them off for me, Motley,” Crow demanded in a low timber. Sparks of tension bounced between us, the electricity so tangible, so lifelike, that I wondered if we’d electrocute ourselves with the palpable power.
“No. You saw what happened to Tomb,” I argued while taking a step back. My body collided with cool tile, making a shiver travel up and down my spine. “Do you want to be tortured? Do you want to die, Crow?” I asked. My hands were braced against his pecs, shoving him away while still refusing to break the contact. Despite the turmoil racing through me, I appreciated the hot comfort pulsing where my fingers connected with his skin.
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