I need him closer!
But I can’t move. I can only scream. “Now!”
Then I feel Cass’s big hand circle around my ankle, and he drags my body toward him in one smooth, powerful pull. The movement makes my shirt ride up, exposing my soaked panties and my quivering stomach.
Once I’m close enough, Cass wraps his arms around me, lifting me effortlessly and pulling me into his lap. The alpha cradles me with one arm behind my back. The heat of his body is a furnace against my side, and the solid wall of his chest is an anchor.
Moving slowly, he brings his other hand up to brush the sweat-damp hair off my neck. Every place where his fingers brush my skin drives me wild, a trail of fire that makes my inner walls clench. When he moves to lean down to scent me, a lifetime of instinct takes over, and I snarl, a vicious, guttural sound.
Cass freezes once again, and the urge to cry hits me all at once.
The war inside me is so damn confusing. I want him inside me, filling the aching emptiness, but I also want him to fuck off anddie.
“It’s okay.” Cass’s purr deepens into a low growl, a sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine, and my snarl fades into a whimper. Then, ever so slowly, he leans into my neck again and presses his nose to my skin, inhaling deeply.
The pressure against my scent gland is divine, a balm that makes the searing pain lift for a precious second. My nipples hardened, pebbling against the rough fabric of my T-shirt. It suddenly feels scratchy, an irritating barrier I’m painfully aware of.
I want to rip it off my body and coat myself in Cass’s lush, smoky scent until I can’t smell anything else.
But before I can move to take it off, Cass jerks back, his face twisted like he just smelled something awful.
“You need a bath,” he says, his voice flat. “You reek of the black market.”
A wave of hot shame washes over me.He thinks I stink.
I hate that I care, that my omega locks up, burning with embarrassment under the judgment of the powerful alpha.
I don’t want any of this.
But I’ll also die if he doesn’t fuck me soon...
“Come, omega.” Cass adjusts his hold on me. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he stands, flinging me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He limps into the bathroom, my body bouncing with every painful step.
Hanging over his shoulder, I look around the small bathroom while he turns on the shower.
The light over the mirror is overly bright, stinging my eyes. The blaring white fixtures are stark against the pale blue walls, making the whole room feel clinical and cold.
My vision blurs when Cass moves me toward the floor, but the moment his arms leave me, I panic.
A fresh wave of agony and lust crashes over me, and Iclaw at his arms and chest, trying to force my way back into his embrace.
“No!” I snarl, then hiss as a cramp makes my abs spasm.
Cass holds me still on the bathmat with one powerful hand flat on my hips. He tugs my shirt off, the rough material finally gone. Then he takes off my underwear, peeling the soaked fabric from my thighs.
Once I’m completely naked, Cass picks me up bridal style. The second my bare skin touches his, my panic settles. The frantic, clawing need to get back to him is soothed by the solid, unyielding heat of his chest.
I’m exactly where I need to be.
Moving slowly, Cass steps around a glass partition into a long walk-in shower.
Cool water hits my overheated skin, soaking my hair with a shocking relief that makes me gasp.
Cass sits on a built-in stone bench along the wall. His hard cock pokes at my hip as he adjusts me on his lap, angling his bad leg away from the direct spray of the water.
Then he begins to clean me.
The alpha’s hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my arms, skimming over my thighs and chest. His fingers caress my slick flesh, lighting me up with a current of pure need.
