Helen POV
I collapsed in the shower my legs tired and weary. I coughed, finally free of my mates bruises kisses. He wasn’t kidding when he said we weren’t done, and I can’t determine what lead a little bit of s*x meant to heal me, into hours of endless passion.
I leaned on the wall to keep upright but exhaustion was taking over.
Justin lathered himself up with more soap, doing the same to me after we both drowned ourselves in come and sweat.
“You are amazing, Helen,” he breathed, kneeling beside me under the hot, raining shower water. “So, very amazing. Do you feel better, baby?”
I nodded, exasperated and out of breath. “Yes, Alpha. I—I can’t catch—catch my breath.”
He pet my hair back, damp and warm with the clean shower water and hints of soap still in my scalp. Justin kneaded i
