Alone Wolf

Steaming Desires

Hans escorted Sabine to the showers and insisted that she wait outside while he made sure the room was empty. Millennium officers used private facilities on Jaburo base, but graf zeppelins were small and designed for speed instead of comfort.

Once he confirmed that the showers were clear, he opened the door and waved her inside.

"What's the matter, Hans? Worried that I might see a penis?"

Sabine started to tease that it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, but remembered Hans' own unique equipment and shut her mouth. She knew that she was in over her head. There were still the monstrous soldiers from the cabaret to consider, along with whatever else nazi scientists had created.

The sound of Hans sliding the lock into place helped calm her nerves. He was fiercely protective of her bare skin and wouldn't allow anyone to ambush her while she was nude and vulnerable.

She kept her back to him as she removed her clothing piece by piece and let it fall to the floor. As she reached up to untie the elastic around her hair, she felt the tug of bandages on her side. Sabine had forgotten that she was injured during her capture. Terrified of what the grenade might have done to her body, she tore off the bandage and searched for any sign of disfigurement. She remembered pain as shrapnel punctured her abdomen, but the wound was gone without a single scar left behind.

Hans watched her shoulders sag in relief. Had she expected a grenade to cause permanent damage? Sabine wasn't invulnerable to injury. Her slow rate of healing had shocked him at first, but as long as she didn't die immediately, her body would heal.

He gathered her discarded clothing and folded it neatly before showing Sabine how to work the showers. While she figured out the soap dispenser, he stripped off his uniform and stood under the shower head next to hers. An unspoken rule of military life was that you didn't acknowledge the person who showered beside you. Hans didn't bother informing his mate. Instead, he took the opportunity to admire the way her breasts swayed as she scrubbed her hair.

Sabine didn't mind open showers. Privacy was a foreign concept at the cabaret. Hot water was even harder to come by with so many women competing for limited bathroom space. She sighed as she finished rinsing her hair and heard the shower beside her start. It made sense for them to shower together, but the sudden intimacy of the situation caught her off guard. During the heated frenzy of their night together, neither one of them had been fully nude. Curiosity got the best of her, and she glanced to the side.

Her earlier assumption of his lack of body fat proved to be true. Hans was a wall of muscle wrapped in taut, tan skin.

She watched as he washed his shoulders, chest and arms. Her eyes followed the line of his flat stomach and tapered waist. Even his ass was muscular and hard! A thin trail of white hair led to his pointed cock which hung heavy between powerful thighs. Claws tipped his fingers and toes, but at a distance, he could pass for human.

Out of the hundreds of men that Sabine had seen naked, Hans was by far the most attractive.

He slicked back his wet hair, drawing her attention to his handsome face while he watched her stare. She was not the type of woman to feel embarrassed by getting caught. Her eyebrow raised in challenge. Why shouldn't she look at her man?

Hans lathered soap in his hands and traced each of his abdominal muscles with the tip of his finger. Did he remember the feel of her tongue on his skin? The hardening of his cock told her that was exactly what he imagined as he moved his hand lower. Sabine turned away once he began to stroke himself. Seduction was a game that she had no intention of losing.

She pressed the button on the soap dispenser and flung her wet hair to the side, leaving him an unobstructed view of her breasts. She teased her nipples to hard peaks, then checked to see if he was still watching. Hans studied her intently, but the movement of his hand had stopped. It wasn't exactly the reaction she hoped for. Lifting her leg, she pointed her toes and massaged the long length of her calf. A faint growl reached her ears as she caressed her thigh then repeated the routine with her other leg. She smiled once his hand resumed a steady rhythm.