Clara's POV
Eventually, we pulled apart. My legs shook as I stood up, muscles aching in that good way that reminded me I'd been well-used.
I watched him clean up. He was quick but not rushed. He picked up his shirt from the floor, buttoned what buttons were left, and fixed his clothes. Even half-dressed with messy hair, he stood tall with that Alpha confidence.
But there was something else too. His eyes looked softer now.
I didn't hurry. Let him see the marks he left on my skin, the bruises forming on my hips, the wetness still on my thighs. I earned them. I wasn't ashamed.
He tossed me a towel from the rack by the door. "You might want to clean up."
"Worried someone will smell you on me?" I asked, taking it but not using it yet.
His eyes got darker. "I want everyone to smell me on
