and steam rises to start filling the big room. I unapologetically take in his naked form. Every sculpted inch of him.
"You are a worse perv than I am," he says without looking back at me and stepping into the shower. I shrug, though I doubt he can see.
"You love how pretty you are. You're mine, of course I'm going to look." He growls lowly at my words, and I realize what I said. Claiming him with my words. My heart flutters at the promise from his growl, and it dawns on me how much I've missed him. Sparring with him with our words. The heat he brings out in me. The shower turns off, and he emerges, that long hair dripping water onto his chiseled chest. He grabs a towel from the rail, and wraps it around his waist, and I close my mouth to stop from practically drooling. It’s a travesty to cover the work of art that he is.
"Get up," he says, his voice low and gravelly, as if his wolf is riding him. I do as he demands, and he wraps a towel around me before lifting me from the water. His lips are on mine before I can muster a thought, and I lose myself in his heat. The feel of his arms cradling me, as if to protect me, as his mouth devours my every breath, every thought. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me, and his chest rumbles in delight. I drag one hand down, raking my nails down his back, and the rumbling grows louder, enjoying my marks on his skin.
"Mine," he says when he ends the kiss, panting heavily.
"Yours," I tell him breathlessly.
After enjoying Roman for most of the afternoon, he finally released me, and we found our way back to the others. Creek and Kain look rested, so I can only assume that they took advantage of the rooms I gave to them, but Levi, he looks worn, tired. I head directly to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He sighs and hugs me back tightly, and I feel him relax just a little.
I look up into his eyes, asking silently if he's okay. He nods slightly, but I know that whatever is going on, its casting a great weight on him.
"You should sit, I have a lot to tell you," he tells me softly, as if trying to prepare me for what is to come. I take his hand and lead him to the sofa, he sits, pulling me onto his lap, ignoring the looks from the others as Roman joins us, without even a snarl in our direction. As if he knows that Levi needs me right now.
"What I saw today, what I smelled. I haven't witnessed it in nearly three centuries. Not since the War of the Fallen." The weight of his words hits me, and I can't even take in the shock at how old he truly is. "Roman and Kain's initial assessment was right, the body you captured was indeed like you both, but different. A hybrid of sorts but born from the darkest of places. The smell of death is because of that. Witches were involved, there is no other way that darkness could have been brought back to this realm. The Lycan and Dracul DNA spliced with the foulest of creatures. The Demons.
I cannot imagine who would be so reckless as to summon the creatures back to this realm, we lost so much before, in pushing them back. It is why the Hunters were created. The Demons rose to this place, a single Witch, with power greater than she realized she possessed was tricked by a human into raising one sole Demon for the revenge wish of another, but that doorway was opened, and rather than just one Demon, an army fled through the tear that was created. By the time it was closed, there were so many here, ravaging this place, feeding on the despair of the humans. It was then that the Witches cursed the man, and those in his circle who helped him. The creation of the Lycans. They were bound to the Witches by the curse, and used as bodyguards, to help protect the Witches from the Demons tearing apart their world.
It was not long before the Archangel council intervened, and I was sent here, with legions of Angels, to help fight back the Demons. To