Sisters By Chance - The Dawn (Book Two)

Bathrooms

Raven's POV

Tim's confused face is adorable. I'm not even sure how he does it. I leaned back on his lap while holding myself upright by his shoulders, quietly c*****g an eyebrow at him to emphasize my words. His beautiful face has a shadow of sadness over it. I don't know if I have ever seen him smile. He's always so grave, sad, or angry. Wait. I have seen him pull up the corners of his full lips once while my belly was burning and my head was spinning. He smiled at me. I wish I could see that smile every day. But he isn't even answering me at the moment.

I sigh and divert my eyes from him before turning my head in dismay.

Somehow he takes it as an invitation to bury his face in the crock of my neck again. I know I have a deep purple mark there. It drove Doggie insane to see it and not know who made it. I let him trail my neck with his lips and tongue, gently sucking and nipping my skin. The action seems to calm him down while having the opposite effect on me. But I'm determined to keep in control this time. I'm not letting him have me.

'Stripp! Or I'll leave.' I command.

A shiver travels over his skin at my words, and I can barely contain the smile passing my lips. He can't see it - he's too engrossed in my neck for that. But I'm not risking him looking up. When he still does nothing, I let his neck go in an attempt to crawl off his lap and get going. A rumble so dark and deep it makes me swoon grows in his chest. It blackens before my eyes as I'm pulled flush against his rock-hard body. His arms wrap around me tightly before he inhales and murmurs against my skin.

'Why?'

'Because I said so!' I tell him.

The rumble in him transforms into a groan of defeat. He swiftly adjusts his hold on me, and I feel his legs under me move. He raises to his feet with me in his arms, making me yelp at the sudden movements.

'I'll stripp, but you're coming with me.' He tells me as I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life.

I look in awe at the clean bathroom as he steps inside. It's covered from ceiling to floor in dark gray stone sheets. The shower has large glass doors, polished to perfection - as is the white sink under a large square mirror.

***

Tim's POV

I'm seriously hoping she can't feel me trembling. In an attempt to hide it, I hold her so tight I'm afraid I'll leave marks on her milk-like skin. Her soft mounds push against my chest, her arms and legs wrapped around me hard, as if she's afraid I'll drop her. I made her doubt me, and now I'm paying for it.

She's all I see while stepping into the bathroom: Her raven hair is draped over her exposed shoulders and hanging loosely down her back. The dark purple mark on her neck makes my heart skip a beat. I did that. Thor moves In my mind, purring softly at the sight of her sucking her lower lip into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully. My eyes trailed her skin to the tip of her nose. It has the cutest bend upwards, giving her a defiant look at all times. Large dark eyes marvel over the bathroom as I'm over her. She has thick black lashes framing them, making them even more prominent against her fair complexion. When they've scanned the room from floor to ceiling, they finally land on me and meet my gaze.

I'll do whatever I have to do to get this woman. She was supposed to be mine from the beginning, and I intend to make her mine now - I'll prove I'm worthy of her however she deems fit. Finally, all my doubts yield to certainty. I pushed my nose against her neck, inhaling deeply, before reassuring her. 'Your wish is my command, little bird!'

I can see a shiver run down her spine and feel her muscles tense around my torso. Raven lets up her hold on me and stands to her feet. She's in a black tank top and tight yoga pants showing off her breasts and hips.

'Are all your clothes black?' I frown while grabbing the hem of my t-shirt to pull it over my head.

'Yes!' She breathes with her eyes fixed on my bare chest. I undress for her to watch, letting her roam my body with her eyes as I keep my eyes on her face. I see her nose twitch, and she licks her lips as I let my pants fall and step out of them.

Eventually, I've stripped down to the last piece of clothes, and I hear her heart hammer in her chest. It hurts when I tear my eyes from her and turn my back to run the shower. The air goes thick from the water and her sweet scent, filling the room.

Thor pushed forward as I looked over my shoulder at her - asking the question we'd been dying to ask.

'Are you joining me?'

The corner of her eyes twitches before she shakes her head, disappointing me. I let her see me pout as I slide my boxers off and let them fall. Nudity is something I should be comfortable with - but in front of her. I feel exposed and, well, naked. Goosebumps spread over my back as her gaze wandered over it. I sigh and step under the water.

***

Raven's POV

He steps in under the water, letting it wash over him. I sigh in delight at his perfectly shaped ass dripping wet. My fingers itch to grab it and squeeze those cheeks firmly. To decline his question of joining him seems like the most stupid thing in the world. I should be in there, squeezing, caressing, licking, and kissing every inch of that man.

The door is wide open like an invitation to change my mind and step inside behind him. I shake my head slowly, clearing some of the haze. The words hitch in my throat as I whisper my new wish.

'Turn around.'

He spins in slow-motion, and I stare at him in wonder. He truly is breathtaking. The most beautiful man in the world, and he's putty in my hands. I have felt him against me, but I haven't seen him until now. His long shaft is hanging heavy over his firm and shaved balls. If I wanted to squeeze his butt, it's nothing compared to what I want to do to those balls. I want to lick and suck them, make him groan and moan like he'd done to me in the woods. Declining him has really turned out to be the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life.

Oh Lord, have mercy on me. Tim's juicy c**k twitch before it stiffens and grows in front of me. It slowly turns semi-hard, making my finger tremble from the intense need to reach out. All the dirty thoughts dancing in my head cause my blood to rush in my veins, and my cheeks heat up. A growl reaches my ears. Tim's eyes are flickering between his and Thor's in a mesmerizing dance.

'Why are you're eyes doing that?'

'What?'

'Change color like that!' I ask curiously.

'We're fighting for dominance.' Tim answers before his eyes turn dark as night.

'I want you,' Thor growls.

'And Tim?'

His eyes go baby blue, but they still hold my gaze.

'I asked you to join me, didn't I?

I chewed my lower lip while nodding, he did.

***

Tim's POV

She's driving me crazy with her warm raspberry and lemon balm scent, mixed with the intoxicating thickness of her arousal, filling this tiny confined space. To see her chew that plump lip only makes me jealous. I want to be the one sucking it, tasting it. Why she's still standing so far away is beyond me. Why isn't she in here with me?

'Pull her in!' Thor commands. He is mentally licking his lips - hungry as a lust-filled animal. The thought, as intriguing as it, seems a bit daring.

'We're doing what she wants! She's in control here.' I tell him with my voice strained. Somehow I feel as if I'll mess ut however I do this. If I act, she'll feel forced. And If I don't, she'll think I don't want her. No matter what I do, I'll lose. It's with a plead I beg her one more time.

'Raven, would you please join me?'

She looks pained by my question - split between two possible answers as I stand in full attention, painfully hard, begging her to come to me. Thor pushes me to the side as he reaches out for her to come to us, purring. 'Come and play with me, little bird!'

Butterflies fill me as she takes a deep breath and steps toward me. The slight fluttering turns into a raging storm when she wiggles her pants over her hips. There's a lump in my throat blocking air from entering my lungs. She uses her feet to hold them to the floor as she pulls her legs out of them, one at a time. She has the same black seethrough briefers, a modest model in a fabric that downright lacks modesty. She keeps the tank top with the spaghetti straps as she steps into the shower forcing me to step back to let her in. When she hesitates, I swiftly grab her hands and hold her. She looks up and meets my gaze as I guide her closer. She tilts her head in the most breathtaking way pulling her eyebrows together in a frown of confusion.

'You're, you?'

***

Raven's POV

It's Tim. He's looking at me with those baby-blue eyes while holding my hands in his. He pulls me with him as he backs up into the shower. Drops sneak down his arms before rolling over his hands to my fingers, spreading warmth from my fingertips up my arms. He is himself. It's Tim, not Thor, pulling me closer. His eyes aren't flickering. They're constantly light blue. He only answers my question with a slight nod, never breaking eye contact. I release his hands to caress my way up his arms. His hands slide over mine, reaching my elbows and upper arms as I step closer to him. The water pours down my arms, chest, belly, hips, and legs. The whole front of me is soaking wet as I break eye contact, close my eyes, and let the warm water rinse over my face as I finally close the gap between us. His arms wrapped around me when I leaned in to rest my head on his chest with my arms around his neck. I hear his heart hammering in his chest. A toe-curling sound that makes me feel powerful, comfortable, and safe.

He adjusts his hips, turning slightly sideways - moving his rock-hard member out of the way to pull my body flush against him. I keep my eyes closed and rest against him, enjoying the quietness until he breaks it by speaking.

'I'm miserable, Raven. And so incredibly sorry for everything. Please, forgive me!'

'I hear you've been practicing. Smart move, mister! Your first one sucked!' I smile at him.

'See, I need you in my life.'

'No, you don't.'

'I do! I need you,' He whispers against my hair, 'and I want you!' He continues while kissing the top of my head and asks. 'What do you need, Raven? What do you want?'

I know what I want. I want Tim to split me in two with that sword of his resting against my hip. I want him to turn me into a quaking mess screaming his name before passing out from a sensory overload with tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. I want to be loved and cherished: body, mind, and soul. But I tell him non of it.

'I want and need someone I can trust.'

'Do you think you could ever trust me?'

His heartbeat calmed down during our conversation, bringing mine down as well. He already feels like a rock to lean on as the water keeps pouring down over me.

'Maybe,' I admit.

'I'll take maybe!' He tells me as he nuzzles my head and kisses it.

*

We stood under the water until I turned into a raisin. I swear I look like a wet dog as I step out of the shower. Tim, however, still holds the appearance of a Greek god, making my palms sweaty and my throat dry. He wrapped me in a towel before turning off the water. He's still in full attention. And I start to feel bad about it. It must be painful by now. But if so, he isn't showing it. Instead, he's obsessively attentive to me. My best guess is that he's distracting himself from his pounding boner.

'If you want to relieve the pressure of that. I'll leave you to it!' I smile, waving my hand at his stiffness. Tim pulls up a corner of his mouth, giving me a half smile.

'I'm fine, but thanks for the consideration, though!'

He then walks back o his bedroom, leaving me to dry myself.

My hair is dripping. And without my brush, it'll tangle itself into a bloody mess. I pull my wand up from my pants, flickering it as I turn on the spot.

I reappear in Harry's bathroom, looking for my brush. I'm sure I put it in here. The foul smell hits my nose as a loud shout reaches my ears, scaring the s**t out of me. Through the mirror over the sink, I spot Doggie on the porcelain-thrown with his pants around his ankles and his phone in his hand, taking a dump. His face is crimson as I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach and leaning forward. Harry's expression is mental as he booms loud enough for the whole house to hear.

'GET OUT!'

I turn to face him as I frown and pinch my nose. The smell in here is awful. But the sight of him so flustered by me showing up is hilarious. 'Yuk, it smells like something died in here!' I mock, waving my hand before my face.

'GET. OUT!'

'Why? Someone needs to make sure you don't faint and hit your head!' I laugh while holding onto my nose, doubling over.

'RAVEN, GET OUT! Or help me, goddess. I'll snap that twig of yours in TWO!' He threatens as his face turns scarlet. I see him lifting his arm, ready to swing at me. I spin around and grab my brush on the sink as he throws his phone my way. The last thing I hear when I turn on the spot to disappear is his phone shattering against the tiled wall.

My laugh is hysterical as I bounce onto Tim's bed, still gasping for air. OMG, That was so weird. He needs to seek help or something - that smell can't be healthy.

Large hands grab my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Looking up through tear-filled eyes, I see Tim standing between my legs with a massive grin down at me.

'What's so funny?'

'Doggie's face!' I burst out, unable to explain further. I'm gasping for air as I'm giggling so hard I can barely keep my eyes open.

Tim looks a bit confused, but he doesn't press it. Instead, he pulled me closer until his hardness pushed against my core.

'I love that sound!' He hums as he leans down over me. His face finds its way to my neck, where he resumes the sucking of my skin.

'Isn't it dark enough? It's not like it can get darker!' I moan.

'I'm just making sure it doesn't fade!' He breathes before sucking it again while swaying his hips to push up between my legs. It would probably have faded within hours if I'd been a wolf, but he forgets I'm not. He backs up to proudly admire his handiwork. A smile stretches over his face making his eyes shine.

'You're handsome when you smile!' I whimper.

He pants a 'thank you' as he keeps moving between my legs while holding my gaze. His hot breath fans over my skin, sending sparks of electricity through my body

Then he suddenly stops.

'Don't!' I beg him as I wrap my legs and arms around him to keep him down. My hairbrush is long gone. But my wand is in a tight grip behind his neck.

'You need to get dry.' He murmurs lovingly with those blue eyes looking down at me. If not for his fingers caressing my hips and his hardness pressed against my core, I would have drowned in those eyes.

My tank top is soaking wet against my skin, making the bed soggy under me. I let go of Tim's neck, drop my wand over my head on the bed, slide my hands down my body, grab the hem of my top, pull it over my head, and let it fly from my hands and land wherever in the room. His pupils dilate. Then the blue irises disappear. They turn into the night sky, and I'm floating out in space with stares sprinkled all around me. His hands wander over my hips, up my ribs to cup my breast. I feel his every move over my cold skin. He kneads my mounds, warming them. Then he softly rolls my n*****s between his thumb and first finger, sending electric sparks over my skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the sensation, and then it stops. I snap my eyes up to look at him. Tim's back with me. His face has pearls of sweat, and I suddenly feel his finger shake.

'Don't stop.'

He shakes his head and closes his eyes as he pulls back.

'No, no. Stay here!' I order, not having this back-and-forward thing. 'You're telling me what this is. Or I'm out of here.'

The pain in his face and voice is heart-wrenching as he stands up to leave some space between us as he speaks.

'Could we, maybe, watch a movie or something?'

He sounds small, panicky, and stressed. He diverts his gaze to his feet as he asks. Tim's shoulders slump, and his hands ball into fists. Somehow I can't deny him. There is a powerful urge to be near him, please him, no matter how disappointed I am. So I force a smile onto my face.

'Sure, we could do that. Do you have a shirt I could borrow?'

His relief washes over me as the water did in the shower. The sudden satisfaction of his peace of mind made my heart flutter. I'm consumed by confusion when he hands me a bundle. Is this "the bond" they talk so much about, the need to satisfy and please, combined with immense lust? I absentmindedly pulled the t-shirt over my head. To make him happy - made me happy, despite not getting what I wanted.

I don't like to admit it, but Lucas is right. I never do stuff for others. Not without gaining something for myself. Not until I met all of these wolves...