“You don’t want to sit around in wet clothes afterwards, do you?” he quickly clarifies, but there is a sparkle in his eyes that betrays his intention.
Oh.
Viper has a playful side? Interesting.
I note that it’s another glaring personality shift from the team.
Just what happened between me losing my damn mind, throwing Omega Commands at anything that moved, and us fleeing the camp?
I hook my thumb under the waistband of my panties and gnaw at the side of my cheek. Yeah, I guess he’s right. Being wet and miserable doesn’t sound fun. It’s rapidly approaching sundown and the mountain air is unforgivingly cold.
I look down at the temporary camp and I can’t spot the others. They must have wandered off because I can’t see them from here. It provides me with a small comfort that they’re not about to see me naked.
“Turn around,” I demand of Viper.
“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”
He doesn’t move, just crosses his arms over his chest and plants his feet wide. I blink rapidly as I stare at his huge, bulging biceps. Frack, he makes me feel so small.
A small, knowing smile slips over his features, and it’s enough to have my pussy fluttering. Oh, rut-damn. I really, really like seeing this new side of my giant Alpha. I need to get in the waternow.
I struggle to respond with sensible words because I’m accosted by the memory of his thick cock pressing insistently against my ass.
Instead, words fall from my mouth in spluttering accusation. “You’re not playing fair calling me that.”
“Pretty girl?” He cocks his head slightly, keenly interested. “Why is that not fair? It’s exactly what you are to me.”
He watches my reaction intently, his smile stretching wider. It’s the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on the enormous Alpha, and a pair of dimples, small and barely there, appear on his stubbled cheeks.
Viper has mother-fracking dimples.
I whimper and gush slick. I’m burning, just like Blaze said I would.
His eyes widen and before he can comment, I fling my top, bra, and panties off and into his face.
I spin and leap off the edge.
Despite bracing myself, the impact of the water feels like being struck by a hammer.
It’s cold.
So. Rut-damned. Cold.
The frigid water wraps around my body, chilling me to the bone. The shock temporarily makes me forget how to swim, but I quickly regain control of my limbs as I kick to the surface.
I inhale a great gulp of air and let out a small laugh of success.
That was thrilling.
I float onto my back, my breasts peeking through the water, and let the chill douse the fire sizzling within until I feel clear-headed again.
A whoop sounds from the shoreline and I snap my head up to see all four team members grinning wickedly at me.
I squeak and submerge myself to just below my eyes.
Oh, frack.
They weren’t gone.
