“Because I don’t know how to give in. Things are…different when they’re messy.”
“Am I messy?” she asks, stretching up on her tiptoes.
“A little,” I admit. “But it’s just…I don’t know how to connect the dots sometimes. I know what I want to do. What I want to say, what I should do, or what the alphas do, but—”
“What do you want?” she asks as she shoves me against the tile. “What do you really want, Olly?”
The words are dangerous, because what I want more than anything is to run back to my lab—with her—and hide from the world. So we can be safe and content. I reach a shaky hand out and push her wet hair back.
“I want you to be safe,” I say honestly. “I just want you to be happy.”
“You want to make me happy?” she says, and I feel her hand slide down my chest, down my abdomen. Water rushes down my skin, and I feel the twitch of my cock.
“Yes,” I say, too quickly. Why is it so damn hot in here?
“I want you to relax,” she says. “Think you can do that for me?”
The words are on the tip of my tongue. Tell her. The truth.
Tell her.
“I don’t knowhow.” It’s the truth. I don’t know how to relax when Emmett is probably getting beaten and tormented right now, when Gage is freaking out, when Diego is still recovering from being fucking shot, and when Auryn is staring at me like she wants to devour me.
“I’ll fix that,” she says, grabbing me by the throat. She brings my face to hers, looking up at me with a gaze that glows gold.
The strength in her grasp could rival any alpha, I think. My brain latches onto that.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?” she says, searching my eyes.
The words fall out of my mouth of their own accord. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I like the grin that spreads across her face when I say those words.
“Good,” she says, reaching between us. Her hand wraps around my cock, and my attention shifts. I notice that I’m painfully hard.
It’s like all of a sudden the lights turned on.
“Because we’re just getting started,” she says, running her thumb across my cockhead.
I clear my throat. “What doyouwant, Auryn?”
She grins with one hand on my cock and one hand on my throat. She cocks her head to one side as she strokes me, that golden gaze as captivating as the sun. The room is thick with the scent of cinnamon.
“You like to give me what I want, don’t you?” She says almost in a way that feels…dominant?
I blink, nodding in agreement. “Yes. I like it when you tell me what to do. What you like me to do.”
“Does that make you feelrelaxed?” she asks. She squeezes my cock. I watch the water run down her face, over her breasts. “When I tell you what to do?”
I nod, words suddenly difficult.
“You want to be my good boy, Olly?” she asks, pressing her body against me until I feel her entire weight.
I know I could move easily, but…
I don’t want to move. I gaze down at her, at her dilated pupils. My breath comes in fast as I say, “Yes.”
Something switches in my brain as she bites her lip.
