I spin in his arms. His lips look a little blue, but he’s holding it together. I chug the rest of the drink. He takes the empty bottle and tosses it in the corner, without a single care.
“Thank fuck. This bath is freezing,” he complains, hitting the drain and getting out of the tub to turn on the shower.
He stands under the spray, the water cascades down his large body. He’s rather beautiful, everything an Alpha should be. He’s the largest out of the three in both height and build. It’s clear he works out from the size of his thighs and corded muscles in his legs. But his body isn’t ripped. He’s just large in such an attractive way I’m not sure how to cope.
He’s perfect, and he chose me.
There’s been no Omega before me, and there won’t be one after. Not as I look at the claiming bruise on the side of his neck. I’m not sure that I’ve ever thought of Alphas in a sense of owning them. But something about these Alphas has brought out a possessive side of me I wasn’t sure that I had.
“Alright, princess, let’s get you the fuck out of there,” he says, acting like he didn’t look like some sort of sea king standing under the water spray.
He helps me out of the tub, an arm around my waist as he leads me to the shower. The water isn’t hot, but a comfortable warm temperature.
“Your skin already feels better, that’s good,” he says, still holding me upright.
In all honesty, my body feels like jello.
How much longer is this going to go on?
He presses me against the wall, and I gasp at the cool feel of the tile.
“You with me, Shiloh?” he asks, grabbing my face. His pretty blue eyes searching mine, like he really gives a shit if I’m okay or not.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, letting me relax in his hold as I wrap my legs around his waist.
My grip around his neck is brutal, but he likes it as he slides his cock along my entrance, before pushing himself deep inside of me.
His thrusts are sharp and fast, like he knows it’s what I need.
“Got me fucking addicted to knotting this pussy,” he says as he places wet kisses along my neck.
I want to tell him to bite me when he knots me, but he won’t and it makes me sad.
All I want is to be bonded, to be loved unconditionally.
The thought is brutal and overwhelming and I can’t control the tears that fall from my face.
I expect the Alpha to keep going, to not notice and take what he wants. But he doesn’t. He stops suddenly, his cock still deep inside of me while he shifts me so that he’s holding me with one arm, and the other is cradling my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks and I just shake my head.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, that’s the problem. I just want a bond, a pack, men who love me. It feels like I’m getting a taste of that sweet promise and it’s all going to be ripped away from me.
It’s clear I won’t be able to communicate that, so instead I just grab his face and kiss him in an effort to make all these depressing feelings subside.
He continues thrusting until his knot is deep inside of me. We’re sharing kisses and moans as he fills me up, the back of my head hitting the tile.
The release and stretch help take away some of the fog and pain, but I’m still haunted by this feeling of not being good enough.
“I can’t wait till we can talk and really get to know each other,” he says, the bridge of his nose running along the side of my face. “Doctor said it should only be another day or two for your heat.”
How does that feel like a relief and horrible news at the same time? What if they think they’re interested because of all the pheromones and ridiculous amount of knotting?
What if they realize I’m not worth the trouble?
He pulls back to search my face, and leans forward, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.
“Now that your fever is down and you’ve had something to drink, let’s see if you’ll eat something and get some sleep.”
