Shiloh swallows thickly.
“I want to be full,” she says.
“We can do that,” I say with a smirk. “Just not in the shower, not with your track record,” I add in and she gasps at me.
I use that moment to slide two fingers into her mouth.
“Finish your shower and we’ll give you what you want,” I say, kissing the side of her face and stepping out of the spray.
I take the bag of clothes with me and grab a bottle of lube.
It’s fucked up, but sick satisfaction flows through me. I’m not sure what that prick thought he was doing sending that nasty shit to my girl, but it only made her want me even more.
My hair is still slightly damp as I lie on my bed, stroking my cock, waiting for Shiloh to come out and give me what she promised.
I’m not surprised when she walks backwards out of the bathroom, Mack’s hand on her pussy while they make out. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. She’s so ours, and every ounce of me wants to prove it right now.
I need to mark her with my scent, fill her with my cock and cum, hear her call out my name as I make her clench around my knot.
More than anything, I want my mark on her, but I’m going to have to wait.
I can be a patient Alpha…mostly.
Chapter 31
Shiloh
Mack washes me,methodically, not rushing me at all. Even if my skin is getting a little red from scrubbing.
I need the blackberry lime scent to disappear completely. Logically, I know it’s gone, and I’m probably imagining things that aren’t there, but I need it gone.
I want honeysuckle, orange, and peppermint wrapped around me so tightly that the only thing I can think about is my true pack.
The package felt like a threat and invaded a space I was making for myself. It makes me hate Danny even more. In hindsight, I thought he was the least of the worst, but now I see him for who he really is. At least Nicky let his disdain be known, along with Ryan’s indifference. But Danny? He was willfully complicit in their emotional abuse. He even took part.
Not an ounce of me wants him to join this pack or even speak to me again. The very thought of him now disgusts me. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to eat blackberries again. He’s ruined the fruit completely.
“He won’t hurt you. We’ll get your nest back to perfect,” Mack promises and I take a deep breath, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He holds me tightly, and I smile against his chest. For a guy who’s never had a girlfriend, let alone an Omega, he’s done an amazing job.
“Maybe we can play Sims later?” I suggest, and he laughs.
“Feeling the need to torture some alphas virtually?”
“Maybe.” I sigh. “But I need you first.”
Mack turns off the water, handing me a towel, before grabbing one himself. I take a deep inhale and realize the obtrusive scent is completely gone.
It’s just me and my Alpha.
I’m safe.
Mack dries off his hair with the towel before wrapping it around his waist, and I do the same. I stare down at the boot, not wanting to put it on, but knowing what’s about to happen, it would be a stupid move to leave it off.
“You’re definitely putting this back on,” he says, directing me to sit on the toilet seat, which I do.
Mack makes sure my ankle is completely dry before putting it back on.
