Stiles and Scott stood under the steaming shower spray, both panting heavily, bodies slick and trembling from the intense, possessive fucks—his cum leaking from her freshly claimed pussy and ass, mixing with the water swirling down the drain. Scott’s tall frame pressed against her, cock softening inside her pussy with those final small thrusts, but his hands were gentle now, stroking her wet hair back from her flushed face.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, voice rough but tender, pulling out slowly and turning off the water. “For being so rough. I just… lost it seeing you like that.”