Dark Wolf

Book Two: Chapter 18

John approached a medical cabinet behind the doorway to the driver's car. He grabbed a roll of cloth and a bottle of alcohol. No, he wasn't injured. He just needed to clean the blood off his skin. It smelled like raw iron, making his skin itchy. Until he can find another shower, the alcohol would have to do.

He walked into the passenger's car and poured some alcohol down his head. He wiped the blood off his face and down his chest with the cloth. It was cold and the smell of ethanol soaked his body.

For now, cleaning himself off will help him relax until he dives into more blood baths. Fighting the possessed will always make him look messy.

"Can I have some?" Lena asked with a small grin.

John glanced up and down on her. "I see no blood on you."

Lena stroked her white hair. "I feel sweaty and sticky. Can you please give me some?"

That smile on her lips seemed suspicious, but John shrugged and handed her the bottle. "Here you go."

Lena took the bottle and placed it on her seat next to her. She pulled her black tank-top off and poured the alcohol down her face. The liquid flowed down her neck toward her breasts before reaching her six-packed abs. She emptied the entire bottle until the liquid glazed her entire upper body. Her muscles shined like a wet stone, and her hair drenched as if she came out from the shower.

After she placed the empty bottle down, she whipped her hair around, sending sprays of liquid out of her hair. When she stopped, she rubbed the alcohol across her shirtless upper body as if she was oiling herself. She rubbed around her breasts, along her arms, and down to her stomach. The smell of alcohol polluted her body, but she looked freaking hot and fresh before John's eyes.

Lena paused and turned toward John. "You can help me if you like."

John rubbed the back of his head, blushing. "I think you got all the help you needed for yourself."

Lena giggled and turned her back toward John. She pushed her hair aside so the view of her rock-solid back was clear. "Can you rub here? I can't reach it."

John smiled at the muscles on Lena's back. She hardly has any snitches there, but any tender flesh built by a strong woman was good enough for him. "Sure."

Lena sat up, crossing her legs to get comfy. She faced the window, still viewing the vast darkness outside.

John sat behind her and rubbed her back, starting with her shoulders.

"Mmmmmmh," Lena moaned with her eyes closed. "It feels good to get a massage after an intense battle."

John chuckled, rubbing his metal fingers down Lena's shoulder blades. "It fucking sucks I can't feel anything with these arms. Am I hurting you?"

"No..... Mmmmmmh. I enjoy feeling your metal fingers on me. We should do this more often after a mission."

John reached Lena's lower back, almost touching her buttocks. "You never ask before. We usually take a shower and relax."

"I know, but this is different now."

John knew because of his damn werewolf pheromones. But maybe relaxing his partner wasn't bad at all. It wasn't like she was going berserk or something.

"Um-hm!" Copper hovered into the passenger's car.

John and Lena turned to him.

"What?" John asked.

Copper crossed his arms. "We still got half an hour to wait. So I thought we could get acquainted. But I see you two are ready to go ape shit again."