“That’s a good girl,” he praises me when I tip my head back, letting the water run over my face. “Let your alpha take care of you.”
I want to scream that he’s not my alpha, but I’m too lost in the way he’s touching me. It feels good and weirdly safe, like he actually cares if I enjoy this or not.
“Such a pretty omega.” Cass’s thumbs brush over my nipples, and my clit throbs in response, the tight peaks aching. He doesn’t linger, his hands moving down to my stomach, and my legs part ever so slightly all on their own.
My mind screams at the betrayal, confused and scared by my body's automatic response.
"Like that, Tansy.” His hands slip down, hovering just above my mound. “Open up for me, gorgeous.”
The praise for my body's surrender is the final insult, and I snarl at him, a weak, pathetic sound.
Cass pulls his hand back, and I immediately pout, arching my back to bring him closer. The push and pull of what my body needs and what my mind wants is fucking exhausting.
“It’s okay, Tansy.” Cass leans down, angling his head into the spray of the water so it runs in rivulets down his face and neck.
I can't help but notice how handsome he is, the water creating a mist around his face that softens his sharp edges. His dark blue eyes look deep into mine, and for a moment, I'm lost in their intensity. The water slicks his dark hair back, highlighting the silver at his temples and the strong line of his brow.
“There’s no shame in giving your body what it needs,” Cass whispers, his fingertips slowly tracing my belly button. “I want to take away your pain. Will you let me?” He licks his lips, and a sudden, startling urge hits me.I wish he’d kiss me.
It's a horrifying thing to want, and I'm fighting it with everything I have, but I'm losing all control.
And he knows it.
Gritting my teeth, I suck in a deep breath, determined to tell him to fuck off, but then a fresh cramp of pain sears through me. It’s not just in my belly. It’s a deep, grinding ache that radiates through every joint in my body, from my ankles to my jaw. Even the backs of my eyes throb with a sickening pressure.
A rush of slick pours out of my pussy in a hot, humiliating gush that soaks Cass’s lap.
This is it.
I’m dying, my body tearing itself apart from the inside out.
“Omega?” Cass’s voice drops to a rumbling purr. “Do you want me to take your pain away?”
I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t fight him or myself.
Disgusted and exhausted, I finally nod.
Cass sucks in a deep breath, clearly pleased with my answer. Then he moves his hand down between my legs.
The second his fingers brush my clit, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shoots through me. The searing agony in my joints vanishes, replaced by an instant, dizzying relief.
Cass doesn’t press hard, just touches me in teasing little swipes, his calloused fingertips a delicious friction against the swollen bundle of nerves. He’s building the pleasure up inside me, each pass of his fingers stoking the fire higher, chasing away the last of the pain until all I can feel is him.
“That’s right,” he purrs as my legs part a little more. “You want this, don’t you? You want to feel better. To be a good girl for your alpha.”
I want to growl and curse him, but instead, a lewd sound pulls from my chest.
Cass’s mouth pulls into a little smile as he watches my reaction to the torturous flick of my clit. “I love the sounds you're making,” he praises me. “Spread those thighs." He knocks my legs further apart with his elbow, a proprietary, demanding gesture that makes my inner walls clench. “I want to feel that pussy flutter.” Then, he slides a single finger inside me.
I instantly freeze up at theintrusion.
Fear lances my chest, sharp and cold, as the memory of the last time an alpha touched me like this rises up like a ghost.
Pain, shame, and disgust all slam into me at once, and I’m overwhelmed with the sudden need to cry.
I’ve spent fifteen years hating the idea of being touched, suffering every heat alone because the idea of inviting anyone else into my bed was terrifying.
But Cass is being so careful with me.
