Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 289: _ Hot Shower Mess

Warning: Mature Content Ahead!

Morgan stands under the cascading jets of the rain shower, the water pounding against his broad shoulders. He grins down at Heidi, her butterscotch hair plastered to her neck and back. The bathroom steams up around them, the air filled with the scent of pine-scented soap and the musky edge of arousal that always hits him like a full moon’s pull. Damn, this is it, he thinks, his inner wolf rumbling in approval. Nothing beats getting filthy under all this clean water. It’s like the universe’s way of saying, ’Go ahead, make a mess.’

Heidi tilts her head back, letting the water sluice over her face, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She’s a vision, all curves and feral energy, her green eyes flashing with that mix of challenge and invitation that drives him insane.

"You dragged me in here for this?" she teases, her voice echoing off the tiled walls but he hears the playful growl underscoring her words. "What, the bed wasn’t good enough for your highness?"

Morgan chuckles, stepping closer until his chest brushes hers. The heat of her skin cuts through the warm spray like a spark. He cups her face with one massive hand, thumb tracing her jawline.

"Bed’s for sleeping, pup. This?" He gestures vaguely at the multiple showerheads massaging their bodies from every angle–jets hitting his back, her thighs, the curve of her ass. "This is peak. The water’s rubbing us like it can’t get enough. Feels like the whole damn forest is in on it."

She lets out a throaty laugh that sends a jolt straight to his cock, already hardening against her belly. She’s got that fire, he muses, his mind flashing to the first time they mated, even though it was forever tainted by the memory of Grayson being present, sharing that sacred moment with them.

"More reason why he needs to be gone." The demon core whispers and he couldn’t help but to agree.

Imagine her howls echoing only for him. Imagine him loving her body alone... just alone. And tonight, he’s stoking it higher. He leans in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, devouring her like she’s the last meal before a long hunt. She moans into him, her hands sliding up his wet chest, nails digging in.

The tension coils in his gut. The demon core surge, urging him to claim and mark with his demon side as well even though she’s already branded by his wolf and his brothers’.

He can imagine Darien, that smug bastard waiting in the next room, probably groaning at the sounds they’ll make. But bites aren’t just about ownership; they’re a reminder, a spark that reignites the bond. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her throat, nipping at the pulse point where her heartbeat thunders.

"Morgan," she gasps, arching into him, her legs parting instinctively as his hand dips between her thighs.

His fingers find her slick folds—not just from the water, but from her own hot and welcoming readiness. He circles her clit with his thumb, slow at first, building the pressure until she’s writhing against the tile wall. The shower’s rhythm mimics his touch, jets pulsing against her skin like invisible lovers.

"That’s it, scream for me," he murmurs against her ear, his voice a gravelly command.

He slides two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her knees buckle. She screams then, letting out a wild, uninhibited yowl that bounces off the glass enclosure, half-human, half-beast.

Fuck, that’s music, he thinks, thrusting his fingers deeper, the wet sounds mingling with the shower’s roar. Her pussy clenches around him, greedy and tight, and he imagines how it’ll feel wrapped around his cock.

Heidi’s hands fist in his hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. "You think you’re in charge?" she snarls, her eyes glowing with that golden wolf sheen. Before he can retort, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder in a tease that shoots pain-laced pleasure down his spine. He growls, the sound vibrating through both of them, and retaliates by pinching her nipple between his fingers, rolling it until she whimpers.

The air electrifies with their shared energy, the steam wrapping around them like a cocoon. Morgan pulls his fingers free, ignoring her protesting whine, and spins her around to face the wall. Her palms slap against the cool tile for balance, ass pushing back against him invitingly. He grips her hips, his cock throbbing as he lines up, the head nudging her entrance.

She’s soaked, ready to take every inch, he thinks, savoring the anticipation that hangs thick as the humidity.

With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her, the sensation exquisite as her heat envelops him, tighter than a vice, slicker than the water streaming down their bodies.

Heidi cries out in a filthy litany of "Fuck, yes! Harder!" spilling from her lips.

He obliges, pounding into her with a rhythm that matches the shower’s relentless beat, each slap of skin against skin amplified by the enclosed space. The jets hit his back, massaging the tension from his muscles even as he pours it all into her.

"Damn you, Heidi. You’re so wild." Morgan marvels, watching the way her body jolts with every drive, her breasts swaying, water beading on her skin like diamonds.

He reaches around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in furious circles. She bucks against him, her inner walls fluttering, and he feels his own release building, a pressure at the base of his spine. But he wants more, wants to hear her shatter first.

"Come for me, mate," he demands, leaning over her to nip at her earlobe. "Let my brothers know who’s making you scream."

Her response is a guttural moan, her body tensing as she teeters on the edge. He slows just enough to draw it out, teasing, torturing, until she’s begging, letting out actual pleas of

"Please, Morgan, fuck, don’t stop!"

"That’s my girl," he grins to himself, the humor in her desperation lightening the raw intensity. Who knew his fierce mate could sound so deliciously wrecked?

He picks up the pace, slamming his cock into her with abandon, the water making their bodies glide and slap in perfect, obscene harmony.

Heidi’s climax comes like a storm. Her scream goes ripping through the bathroom in a piercing, joyous howl that could wake the dead. Her pussy spasms around him, milking his cock, and he can’t hold back. With a roar of his own, he thrusts deep one last time, spilling inside her, hot pulses that leave him trembling.

But they’re not done. Werewolf stamina is a gift, and Morgan’s wolf demands more. He pulls out, spinning her back to face him, her legs wobbly but her eyes blazing with hunger. She tackles him against the opposite wall, her mouth crashing into his.

Feisty little thing, he thinks, laughing into the kiss as she drops to her knees in the pooling water. The shower continues its massage, jets hitting his thighs as she takes his still-hard cock in her hand, stroking firmly.

"My turn to make you beg," she purrs.