My jaw dropped. I couldn’t help it. He was incredible. Thighs rippling with muscle, bigger than tree trunks. His chest and shoulders—already a huge fan—no longer looked out of place or freakishly huge. No, he was perfect. Massive chest, tapered waist, thighs that looked hard as diamonds, muscles layered over muscles and his cock…

Hard. Weeping with pre-cum. Ready to take me again.

I tore my attention away from his cock to find him watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle.

“Do I pass inspection?”

I should have just said yes, but what fun was that? “Depends.”

“What are your criteria?” His gaze narrowed as if he wasn’t sure of my meaning, as if he were unsure whether I wanted him.

I lifted my hand and crooked one finger at him, beckoning him to join me under the water. He joined me immediately, my nipples pressed to his stomach as I craned my neck to look up into his eyes. Holding eye contact, I smiled as I wrapped both hands around his hard length. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement I needed.

“I need to be closer before I can say.”

“I do not understand.”

Moving slowly so I didn’t startle him, I slid down onto my knees and took him into my mouth.

Two clenched fists pressed to the walls of the shower, but he held absolutely, perfectly still. I worked him gently at first, then hard, taking him deep and rubbing his balls until they swelled in a way I knew meant he was on the edge of coming.

Holding him in both hands, I popped his tip free and looked up into his face. I spent long seconds watching the water travel down his body in dark streams, washing the paint away from his chiseled face.

His skin nearly bare, I got my first real look at the face of my mate. He was gorgeous. Dark eyes, high cheekbones, a jawline that didn’t quit. His hair was nothing more than a dark shadow on his head. He looked brutal. Intense. Like he could break me in half without trying. I knew he would never hurt me. Not if he was truly mine the way Warden Egara had promised. Being next to so much power and strength made me crazed with need. I wanted him pounding into my body, fucking me, biting me again.

I licked the tip of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. “This cock is mine.”

His jaw clenched. His pulse pounded at his temples. “Yes.”

“What do you think I should do with it?”

His body went rigid as if he were fighting himself.

“You’re mine, Cormac. Tell me what you want.”