Cottonmouth: Soldiers Of Hades MC, #1
Cottonmouth: Chapter 9

Wolf walked over to her and wagged his tail.

Tory knelt down and petted him, then felt around to be sure he was okay. “How do you do it, Wolfie?”

Cotton stood from the bed and watched the interaction between them.

The dog licked her hand.

“I mean, I worry that someday…” Her voice faded a bit as she kept smoothing her hand gently over his fur. “You gotta be careful, Wolfie. Men usually carry guns. I’ve told you this before. Those guns can hurt you. I have showed you what guns can do. And knives. You remember the lesson with the knives, right?”

Wolf whimpered and seemed to even nod his head.

Blinking his eyes, Cotton stared. “He really understands everything you say?”

Sighing, she stood up straight. “Always seems to and he has the best instincts I have ever seen in an animal. But…” She patted his black fur some more. “He’s special. I would be dead by now, without him.”

Cotton let out a breath. “I think I get it.”

Turn her head, Tory looked over at him. “What?”

“He follows you. You are his light and kindness, his understanding person. One who never judged him by the way he looked or acted.”

Tory turned fully around to really look at Cotton…her face full of curiosity. “How did you know this?”

Cotton stared at her nearly nude body and then seemed to catch himself as he raised his gaze to meet her eyes. “I have led a hard rough life for the most part. Then, for a time…I left my family—after my wife…” His voice faded away as he shook his head. “I lived on the streets. I turned my back on civilization. I coulda cared less about what was happening in the fucking world.” He paused and stared into her eyes. “On the streets, I had a friend for a time. An old man, and his ugly mangy, old dog. He kept after me to go back and make my world right. But I was bitter and refused to listen. And that damn dog, he followed this old man everywhere. Rudy‒ that was the man’s name ‒ he told me that Twig ‒that was the dog’s name‒ saw him like he was a golden king, magnificent and shining. As he’d bailed him out of a hole in the ground, someone had dropped him into to die, when he was a puppy. So, to the dog, Rudy was an angel. Same for Rudy, as to him, the dog was a damn pristine French poodle.”

Tory cracked a smile.

“What?” Cotton asked.

“Well, you are a magnificent animal for sure, despite the scary snakes, no rose glasses here.”

He grinned. “And you are a perfectly curvy, delicious gun toting angel. No blinders here.”

Wolf looked back and forth between the two humans. He sniffed loudly and shook his head as his ears flopped wildly.

Tory laughed. “Oh, now he thinks we’re silly as shit.”

Cotton laughed. “Oh, I bet he does. But snakes aren’t always bad and scary you know?”

Tory shook her head and stared at his fierce, detailed almost horrific cottonmouth tat. “Well, that is debatable.”

“You’ll see. Snakes are a spirit animal of a kind, just like your wolf. Sometimes, they can produce magic.”

Tory laughed while thinking of the magic he already showed her. “Well, that part might be true?”

He chuckled. “So, how about we grab a shower?”

Pickling up her jeans, she stared down at herself thinking she could use one. “You know yesterday, while I spent all those damn hours in that fucking tree…I never thought I’d be here the next morning taking a shower with…” she paused and met his eyes. “A magnificent snake.”

He now peered down at himself then over at his tat on his arm. “Well, I feel the same way. Never, did I think I’d be washing down a body that looks like yours in my damn shower.”

They both laughed.

Wolf turned around and went to the door.

“He has to go out,” Tory stated. She went over and let the huge animal out.

Cotton blinked. “Don’t you worry about how—?”

She laughed. “He will replace his way out and back in.” She headed to the bathroom. “Come on, I wanna see how good you are…” She batted her eyes at him “…at washing my hair.”

Cotton followed her and then stopped behind her.

She turned and stared at him then her gaze dropped downward.

His erection seemed to grow before her eyes as if in response to her staring.

Tory sucked in her breath again, while she became lost in all the erotic images involving this particular part of his anatomy. She shook her head to try to clear it as her gaze rose up to his face.

He chuckled and moved her to the shower. “You wanted me to wash your hair, remember?”

Her head rose higher. She reached up and grabbed a tangled mass of her long locks. “It will be a challenge.”

“I will do my best.” He nudged her back and turned the water on.

Tory tried not to stare but she had no choice. Big man and her in a shower stall. She was also attempting to keep herself from looking like she wanted to jump him…when all she wanted to do was…jump him.

The warm water flowed as he got in, moved her up to the spray, and stood behind her. He then poured shampoo onto her hair, massaging it in with his strong fingers.

Tory dropped her head back and sighed. God, just a shampooing and she was floating on air. Yeah, he was good at it.

He gently untangled her hair, then rinse-massaged the shampoo out. Next, he repeated the same action with the conditioner.

Tory closed her eyes and her body drooped with how relaxed he’d made her. With his strong fingers massaging her scalp, she let out a long satisfied moan.

He tugged her under to rinse her hair out again, then reached around, and grabbed a breast with each large hand. He then proceeded to caress and pinch her nipples.

She let out a shaky moan at the feel of his fingers on her. A low male growl sounded from behind her as her body was turned and lifted up against the shower wall.

Cotton looked like the fierce beast she’d thought of him as earlier this morning, while lifting her up. He placed her legs around his hips. “Let me in, sweet Tory,” he whispered low.

With goose bumps rising all over her skin, she widened her thighs.

Cotton smiled as he nudged just the tip of himself into her entrance.

Her body stiffened and need shot through her. Her eyes closed as she tried to deal with the yearning inside her.

“Open your eyes,” he urged.

Her eyes popped open and she stared into his. Her panting grew and she shuddered with want for more of him. How could he have done this? Made me want him all over again, so damn soon? I didn’t think ahead on this shower business.

This was when he decided to plunge himself all the way up into her with one powerful thrust.

Her breath caught in her chest.

He pulled his hips back, pulled out, then plunged back in…all the way up.

She tried to grind herself up against him. Wanting more even though he was to the hilt inside her.

Staring into her eyes, he then pumped her hard and fast. His expression told her everything. He wanted her and he was having her.

His powerful plunges were caressing her insides as her body heated up and her juices flowed with the friction. She moaned helplessly and thrust back for all she was worth. She was getting what she wanted too… him.

Slowing his thrusts, he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts and latched onto a nipple. He plunged again, while he suckled her nipple.

Tory felt her climax rush through her as she gasped out, “H-howww?” She forgot everything the minute he’d touched her when they came in here. What she planned to do today…everything.

He kept up with both movements and seemed to reveal in her moans and whimpers. “Like this.” He kept on plunging into her.

“Coootttoonn!” she shouted out as she came again.

Cotton released her nipple and watched her face. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted. You, screaming my name.” He drove up higher and tightened his arms around her.

Tory was totally claimed by this overwhelming man and her body shuddered as she whimpered.

Cotton held her tightly while squeezing her butt cheeks as she flew over the edge into that abyss that she’d only ever known with him.

He then growled as he came with her.

After a long moment, he carefully lowered her legs and set her down. Cotton held her in a tight embrace for a few minutes as their breathing calmed down.

Then he moved and gently swiped the soapy sponge over her sensitive skin. Cotton reached up to grasp one of her butt cheeks with his other hand as he continued to lather soap over her body.

Tory sighed with utter satisfaction and leaned her head back. For this moment, everything felt so right. It hadn’t in so long that she decided to just drown in this feeling for as long as she could.