Revolting

I felt sore and satisfied and sleepy all at the same time. I wrapped my arms and my legs around Shane's lean, muscular body and delighted in the sensual tingle that connected us. I vaguely had that thought that this is what it could have been, should have been with Nolan, but I quickly brushed it away like cobwebs in my memory. Nolan was no more than a bad, blurred piece in my past now. My soul was now completely wrapped up in Shane. Even my inner wolf, who had been silent and traumatized since the day that Nolan attacked us in the hall, was now making contented noises in my head. We were home in his arms, and for the moment, everything was right with the world. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat under my ear.

I don't know how long we slept, but night had fallen when we were both startled awake by the pounding on our door. Oh William! I had completely forgotten about him. I covered up my naked body with a sheet, and Shane lazily donned his boxers before he went to the door. William was standing at the door with an annoyed expression as he held two bags of Chinese take out. "You know, you two have a lot of explaining to do," he said with a huff as he pushed his way into the room like he owned it.

"Sure, come on in Will." Shane said sarcastically as he shut the door behind him.

William set the food down on the little desk, and turned to me, still naked in the bed. His eyes landed on the fresh mark, and his eyebrows nearly climbed off his face. "Well, well, isn't that interesting." His gaze went back and forth between us, and then in typical William fashion, without asking too many questions, he simply accepted the situation with a shrug. "I'm hungry. Put some clothes on and lets eat."

I'd never been self-conscious about William seeing me naked, but me naked and covered with dry sweat and sticky with sex between my legs... that was a bit much, even for best friends. I dragged the sheet off the bed and escaped into the bathroom for a shower. Before I could step beneath the hot spray, Shane had joined me. He'd brought my clothes and folded them on the counter top by the sink, and then he helped me step over the ledge and into the water. I just couldn't stop staring at him, his beautiful, dark exotic eyes, the amazing lines of his whipcord-lean body. I used the little bar of complimentary soap and a washcloth to wash his body for him, starting with his broad shoulders, and working my way down to his feet. By the time I reached the bottom, he was getting hard again. I shook my head at him. "Hey, we are supposed to be getting clean..."

He took the washcloth from my hand, "My turn," he growled, and he began to work on my body, and I suddenly realized how sensual and how stimulating it was to have someone else wash you. And of course Shane deliberately made it worse, as one hand scrubbed, the other hand was smoothing over my soapy skin, leaving a trail of hot sparks behind him. When he swiped the washcloth over my already over-sensitized nipples, I groaned and my knees went weak. He washed carefully and reverently over my belly, cupping it with his hands. He looked at me intensely, "This baby is ours, Nina. Yours and mine. I will be her father."

"How do you know its a girl? It could be a boy." He squatted down and pressed his ear against my stomach, as if he were listening to a secret conversation inside my womb.

"Its definitely a girl." He decided, and smiled up at me. And then he moved lower, easing my thighs apart so that he could wash between my legs... and then replacing the washcloth with his wicked fingers. I had to brace myself on his shoulders, just to keep from collapsing in the tub. He turned me around gently, and bent me forward, until my backside was exposed to him, and he entered me swiftly from behind. He supported my hips and kept me balanced as he pumped into me, his fingers coming around to find my nub, and rub it gently and sensually in time to his thrusts. I'd read about shower sex, but I'd never realized how incredibly erotic it was, the heat of our bodies being pounded by the hot spray in the shower, the smell of our arousal mingling with the steam and scented soap, our moans of pleasure being only partially drowned out by the sound of the water hitting the tile. I came again with a moan and a shutter my body going completely limp. I would have fallen if I had not braced my arms against the side of the shower stall, and if Shane had not been holding my hips steady. I felt the moment he came, with one last deep thrust, I could feel his member twitch inside

me.

"Oh, Nina." he helped me straighten and breathed against my neck, kissing me again in the sore, sensitive spot where he had already marked me. "I'll never leave your side again."

With some difficulty, we got back to the business of actually showering. He took care of me like I was something sweet and precious. He gently washed me again, and dumped shampoo in my hair. He had such a serious expression on his face as he concentrated on washing my hair. His fingers on my scalp felt wonderful, and sensual. Finally satisfied that we were clean, we switched off the water, and helped me out. I wrapped my wet hair in a towel, and wrapped another around my body, but the hotel towels were too small, and the towel gaped around my belly. I groaned, feeling embarrassed and fat, but Shane was fascinated, and started touching me again. This time I swatted his hands away. "Stop that, Shane," I said teasingly. "I'm already pruned, I don't want to get back in the shower again.

He chuckled, and toweled himself off. I sighed as I watched him, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction in knowing that this beautiful man was mine. We pulled our clothes back on, and went out of the bathroom with a great billow of steam. My hair was still wrapped up in a towel-turban to keep it from dripping on my t-shirt. William had switched on the TV, and turned the volume up loud as he ate lo-mein out of the box with a pair of chopsticks. "You guys are so rude." he complained, "I could hear EVERYTHING. I'm going to be scarred for life."

I rolled my eyes at him and fished around in the take out bags for my favorite beef and broccoli. I scooped some onto the paper plates the restaurant had provided, and added some steamed rice on the side. Shane was beside me. "Anything with shrimp? I'm starving."

William coughed. "Yeah, I bet you worked up an appetite. There's some shrimp fried rice in there somewhere. I got a little bit of everything, since I didn't know what you like." He popped open a can of soda, and passed it to me, before taking one for himself. "So, does this mean that Shane will be joining our pack?"

"Your pack?" Shane lifted his eyebrows.

"Oh yes," I giggled, "We are a pack of four. And one of us is human."

Shane shrugged, "But you are a family together, so it doesn't matter. Where ever you are, that is where I want to be."

"Oh my god, you guys are so sweet I think I'm going to cry." William said sarcastically, but I could tell by his shining eyes that he really was close to tears. "Nina," he said seriously, "I'm happy for you. My brother was an idiot. I'm so glad you have found someone who see's you for what you are worth."

I blushed and played with my food. "Thank you William."

Shane found his carton of shrimp fried rice, and relaxed back against the headboard with a spoon. I scooted back and rested beside him. "So," he said between bites, "what's next?"

"Tomorrow I am going to see my father."

He stiffened, "Nina, I don't think that is a good idea."

"I knew you would say that, but I'm going anyway. I haven't seen my family in months. I need to see them. I need to tell them about..." I gestured to my stomach. "This. And its not something I can explain over the phone." I gave him a sideways look. "Plus, I now need to introduce them to my mate."