“I wanted you to stop.” Fingertips slipping away from his shoulder, Brenya muttered a sore, “I was scared.”
Soothing, suds-covered hands moved to her other arm, Jules calm. “I know.”
Nothing more needed to be said. No back and forth that he was right and she was wrong. Because he had done it for her. He’d do even more for her.
Give her her perfect world.
“I’m going to leave the shower now.” Pulling his touch from her limbs, Jules offered an easy smile. “Take your time; stay here all night if you want to. You have a few minutes before Jacques and Lucia begin. I won’t disturb you if you want to be left alone. Or… you can join me in the nest, where I’ll teach you how to have sex where the goal isn’t a quick orgasm or escape from Jacques. It can beveryintimate,verypleasurable, if we take our time. We can also play. Have fun…. Yes, sex can be fun. It doesn’t have to be only duty or the means to an end. Do you know how to play, Brenya?”
Innocent confusion, her blush bright, and her eyes bashful. “No.”
“Oh, that’s sad. Do youwantto play?” Just to show her he could, Jules seeped deep into the bond, filled her, surrounded her, stroked her thoughts and desires, and then pulled away the tentacles of his influence like the tide rolling out, lips brushing her ear as he spoke low and dirty, “Or, do you want me to chase you? Did you enjoy that last night, being my sweet lamb while I was the wolf? Shall I prowl and corner and bite?”
He snapped his teeth, her reaction to overt flirtation completely charming.
How she froze, worried her lip, even backed away a step.
But Jules had accounted for that, not just pulling away his influence, but stepping out of the shower totally as he purred.“No, we’ll leave all the biting to you today. Tonight, you chase me.”
And then he left the room, no backward glance, no more teasing, wrapping a towel around his hips and walking off while his tantalized mate gawked at his back.
It was four minutes before the water shut off. One more until she walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, hair wet and eyes assessing—dissecting every last aspect of his existence in her nest like he was some kind of insect in a jar.
Territorial. Adorable.
Grumbling, “There’s no room for me.”
There wasn’t. Jules pointedly took up the whole space, arm thrown behind his head as he grinned.
“Didn’t you want me to dress your shoulder?” Annoyed honey eyes darted back to the bathroom where the bandages were kept. “I’ll go?—”
“No, it’s better if it breathes. Come here.” Soft. He could pretend to be soft for her… forever, if he had to. Catching her wrist, Jules drew his Omega closer, guided her to dare set one knee into the nest so he could ease her thigh over his hips. “There. Just like that.”
Slowly, reverently, he began peeling away the damp towel around her breasts, revealing the smooth expanse of skin, inch by tantalizing inch. Tracing the curve of her collarbones with his fingertips, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. Every touch a caress, a veneration, a celebration of her body and the obsession that consumed him.
Jules would be the architect of her need, purring as he invited her to play. “Chase me, Brenya.”
He knew deep down that she wanted to—for reasons beyond just sexual curiosity. Brenya wantedhimin ways she would not understand for some time.
And laid her lips on his with an innocence that melted his black heart.
Left him groaning as he wrapped his arms around her, praised her, helped her settle her hips, her sweet folds finding him swollen and ready.
The scent of slick, feeling it trickle over his imposing, ridged serpent of a growing erection as he eased her a little higher. Splitting her labia around his girth without penetration, letting her feel him, experience him. Learn how different he was from an Alpha.
How hard she made him.
All as he picked apart her insecurities string by string, snapping them in her mind, distracting her with encouragement. “Just like that, pretty girl.”
A little rock of her hips, the Omega stifling a gasp as arousal began to blow her pupils wide. “This?”
“Yes. Doesn’t that feel good, dragging your pussy up and down my cock? Using me for your fun? I want you to. Those ridges are yours. Isn’t it nice when they catch on your clit?”
She was not going to answer, Jules purposefully vulgar and never one to waste words. Each a weapon and an invitation that kept her focused on swiveling her hips and exploring, on relishing sex before Jacques interfered.
Though he would. It was inevitable.
The Alpha had his part to play too.
