Chapter Twelve

Raven despised the feeling of cold floors against her hands and knees as she scrubbed the place clean. Her kill was done within her authority but still, traces like this didn’t go well with the Fleshy ones. She couldn’t stand the idea of being held hostage by a city. The desperate urge to roast the corpse was burning through her. However, the bulk of the mess was clean. She’d found the incinerator along with a hefty closet of supplies. It had all the contents necessary to dispose of a body and any remnants of such. It only solidified her resolve that Ivan was the culprit all along.

When she was finished in the bedroom, she strolled into the large open living room space where Conan was smoking another cigarette. He sat perched on the window sill, staring out at the city beneath them. She wondered where his mind was.

“Okay, so now what, Rae?” he asked.

She eyed him before looking down at her feet and up her legs. The sticky, tackiness, of Ivan’s blood drying against her skin was beginning to anger her. She hated the mess of her wolf. The kills weren’t as neat and pristine as they were with her blade. She should have killed him with her knife, but if it was one thing Raven never wavered on, it was her word. She’d given her word to Corbin and the Council that she wouldn’t do any more executions in her human form with others around. Conan certainly counted as another.

“I’d like to use that bathroom now,” she told him, heading toward the bag she’d dropped in the doorway. Scooping it up, there was only a pair of shorts, her vest, and her blade. She’d meant to put the vest on in the cab, but alas there she stood in Ivan’s condo soaked in his blood.

“Right this way.” Conan flicked a few pieces of ash before putting the cigarette out. He led her to the opposite side of the condo.

Raven continued to look around. “So where are the Shana-wannabe triplets at?”

“Ha!” Conan chuckled into the air. “You noticed that, huh?”

“It’s not exactly rocket science,” she mumbled.

“They have other clients to tend to.” He snickered.

“They’re rented? He rented them?”

“Don’t say it like that. He paid for their services, for their company. They come and go as they please. No funny business,” he said. “But they’re not a part of this. The job is done, Rae. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Raven followed him into a lavish bathroom that she’d never get in a cabin in the woods. Conan moved around the room getting her some fresh towels. He turned on the water and pressed a button on the wall. Body spray faucets opened up and steam rose around them. He turned to her just as his frame disappeared in the mist. All she could hear was his voice when he told her, “You’re going to love these. They’ll scrub you cleaner than any stream or waterfall.”

“I look forward to that.” she smiled as she began to strip out of her clothes. They would be the last things to go in the incinerator. There was nothing she could do. Once she had the scent of blood anywhere near her, washing never made a difference. She’d had people assure her it’s just her particular sensitivity but there was nothing she could do about it.

The soft whistle of Conan through the steam made her blush. She felt the light grazes of his hands against her fingertips as he came into full view. His grin was mischievous and seductive all the same. “Let me help you clean up.”

“This is what you want to help with?” She sighed, tilting her head to the side giving him ample room to take her neck. He did just that as his mouth moved against her skin. Caressing her neck between his lips, his tongue sending sensations up and down her body but the blood…the scent of it was everywhere. It was distracting.

He whispered to her, “I tried to help you in the room but you yelled at me. Screamed at me as a matter of fact not to touch anything. Do you still feel the same way?”

“No.” She breathed heavily as she felt his hands move down to her hips and over her backside.

Conan stepped around her so that her back was against his chest. “And now, would you like to yell at me, scream for me?”

The bulge of his hardening cock pressed against her made her moist. An even better way to celebrate an execution, a good shower and a good fuck. He walked behind her, nudging her gently toward the steaming water.

The rush of hot water against her body sent more goosebumps up and down her arms. Her eyes glanced down to see the reddish pink trail swirling down the drain. Conan grabbed a bottle off a tiled shelf, letting the body wash pour into his hand. He was delicate, gentle. She didn’t even see him grab a sponge, but the roughness of its texture mixed with the heat of the water was sure to let every trace of Ivan rinse off her down the drain.

Conan kneeled before her, letting the water trickle over his body. “Hold on.”

Raven braced herself against the tiled ledge while Conan bathed her feet. One at a time, he washed them, even between her toes. Suds dripped off her as he used the removable shower nozzle to rinse them off. He poured more soap and moved up her legs. He scrubbed them a bit rougher than her feet to remove the stickier areas, which remained after her dispense of justice. She sucked in air through her teeth. “That’s a bit rough.”

“You like it that way,” he told her with a smile. “Besides, there’s no soft or sensual way to wash off blood. Believe me, I know.”

She dismissed the comment as he continued to move up her body, purposely skipping over her center. He washed her stomach and her breasts, taking them into his mouth, teasing them gently with his tongue before moving over her shoulders. Once she was fully cleaned, Raven inhaled deeply, the scent was faint; so faint that it didn’t bother her. It could be that the presence of Conan, dripping wet in front of her stunted her senses of everything else.

“So what now?” she asked him, with her chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

He cocked his head to the side, while his hand slid down the side of her face. “I’m going to do what I wanted to do since the moment I tasted you. Do you still want me to finish what we started?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Good…”

The water covered their bodies. Conan’s hands felt strong, rough but it’s exactly what she craved. This is what she always pictured an alpha to be like. But that wasn’t Conan. He wasn’t a leader by choice. He deserved a chance to redeem his life. Raven wanted to be the one to give that to him. However in this moment, she wanted him to give her everything she’d been yearning for since the first night they met.

The strength of his fingers as they grasped her flesh, squeezing her gently as he pulled her in close. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, while his hand slipped between her thighs. One finger, sliding up and down and swirling around as her sweet nectar coated him. Another finger slid inside her, up and down and around. With every thrust of his hand, the more aggressive his kisses became. Raven tilted her head back giving him full access to her. She moaned as she climaxed over his hand again and again, while the hot water rained down on them.

A gasp of air escaped her lips as she pushed him back, breaking their connection. “Let me taste you.”

Conan didn’t protest this time as he watched her bright blonde locks sink down his torso to hover above his waist. She left him standing with only the ledge to hold onto as she took his firm erection into her mouth. Her lips were soft as she let the water help her slide around his shaft. Twirls of her tongue made his hips quiver, eliciting a groan of pure satisfaction as he gripped the ledge harder. The sounds of her mouth slurping around him filled the room, leaving her to wonder what he’d sound like moving in and out of her.

Raven enjoyed herself and Conan immensely in the shower. She could feel his orgasm coming and he stopped her. Pulling her face up to his own, he kissed her deeply, passionately as he slipped the tip of his cock into her pussy. The resounding gasp of gratefulness for the sexual tension to melt away echoed around her.

The first thrust into her wasn’t smooth. It was stunted as he filled her. The second pump was easier as he stretched the softer folds of her flesh to fit around his girth. Raven clenched her walls around him, raking his back with her fingertips. She threw her head against his shoulder as Conan pumped into her again and again. They both moaned, groaned, and even began to yell as they satisfied each in the piercing hot shower of Ivan’s condo.

They finally moved from the bathroom to the bedroom. They didn’t care about where they were as long as their passion continued. That it did, as Raven leaned back on the bed. Conan crawled over her, positioning himself between her legs and sliding into her once again. She locked her thighs as he moved in and out of her. Every time he dove inside her walls, she clenched around him tighter.

When they needed a change of pace, Conan pulled out and turned her over onto her belly. Raven got on her knees, arched her back and pressed her torso against the bed. Conan slid back inside her for a few strokes and ran his hands up her back to her shoulders. His pace quickened in that position. The grunts were as primitive as their urges were to satisfy each other.

Raven cried out with her sixth orgasm, exhausted. Her execution, Conan, the entire job was crashing over her with every wave of erogenous bliss that washed over her. As if he could sense it, Conan turned her over for them to finish looking into each other’s eyes. It was a beautiful ending to a glorious day. Once they both came, they collapsed onto the bed next to each other.

Conan turned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. It was no surprise to her when he pulled out a cigarette. He handed her one, which she took. They both lit up and smoked to a great sex session.

“You can come with me you know,” she blurted out.

Conan turned onto his side to face her. “Go with you where?”

“Back to my cabin. Your cave in real life. You should get away from this place. You need time to…”

He sighed. “No thanks. Being in that close proximity to the Council isn’t something I wanna do.”

That piqued her interest. “Really? Why is that?”

“I don’t think they’d approve of my extracurriculars,” Conan said as he puffed on his cigarette. “Plus, being the son of a disgraced alpha probably doesn’t sit well with them.”

“Look, I know you think the council is this building full of evil, bloodthirsty mongrels that have a license to kill. But I promise you, as an Enforcer, I have never taken a life that was not justified.”

Conan huffed as he put out his cigarette and got out of bed. He stormed out of the room to sit back on the window sill. He hit a button to let the curtains rise, letting the light of the city night into the space. Raven joined him.

“I’m sorry. That must have sounded so harsh and I realize that’s what you went through, but the Council did not just slaughter your parents. There had to be a reason,” she told him in the softest tone possible.

Conan stared off into the distance, taking in all the city lights for a few moments.

“I want to believe that. I really do. But put yourself in my shoes. What would you do if you had to live knowing the people who killed your parents are alive?”

Raven froze. He made a good point. She gently put a hand on his knee.

“Well, why don’t we go ask Corbin about it?  I’m sure he’ll be happy to explain everything. Sorry, not happy. Poor choice of words. Again,” Raven said a little too fast, shifting in her seat as she spoke.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re nervous,” Conan said as he got up and pulled her by the hips until their lips were almost touching.

Raven blushed.

“Okay my little Enforcer. Let’s go talk to Corbin,” Conan said.