She closes her mouth, licking me off her lips.
“You okay?” I ask, helping her up to her feet.
“Hm?” She asks, tilting her head as she looks at me. “Oh, yeah, I’m okay. I just really liked watching you do that.”
“Oh, really?” The laugh that leaves my chest is loud. Maybe a little obnoxious. I guess that’s what the best orgasm of your fucking life will do to you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Oh, yeah. I kinda forgot we were in here to shower,” she giggles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you here too.”
“I know you will.”
Soon our clothes are scattered in piles on the floor and she’s in my arms, her body pressed against mine as the hot water runs over us.
And god damn does the hot water feel good.
I’ve gotten used to the bare minimum. Hard concrete floors, hosed down with freezing cold water, bland ass food.
Freedom is fucking awesome.
I lather my hands with the complimentary bar of motel soap and start running my hands over her body. Everything about her is small and delicate. Even her feet. I’ve never given a shit about feet,but I pay attention to hers as I kneel in front of her to wash her legs.
“Do you feel better?” She murmurs softly from above me, running her hands over my head and through my short-cropped hair. It’s gotten a little longer. The guards at the farm used to buzz it every month or so.
“Better?”
“Yeah, I know tonight was really crazy. And I also know things have been a little difficult since... you know.”
“Since you bonded with the beta kid and the new guy?” I ask, glancing up at her, my hand resting on her hip.
She nods, brushing some of her hair away from her face.
Funny to think the first night I met her, she was soaking wet too. I definitely prefer seeing her soaking wet in a warm shower, freshly fucked.
“Yeah, Shortcake. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks for checking in. What about you?”
“Oh, I feel so much better. I can see why omegas supposedly do this so much. Sex is awesome.”
She has me throwing my head back in laughter again.
“You’re fucking adorable.” I shake my head, the smile splitting across my face, feeling foreign.
“You’ll tell me, though, right? If you’re feeling... territorial again? We can do something like this! I just want you and the others to get along, you know? No more threatening to kill Rowan.”
“I get it, Shortcake. No killing your other boytoys.”
“They’re not—“ She lets out a huff of laughter as she shakes her head. “Thank you.”
“You know, there is one thing, I’ll want from you in the future,” I say, my voice low. My hand drifts from her hip to between her asscheeks.
“Wh—what’re you doing?” She squeaks out, her cheeksflushing as one of my fingers brushes up against her puckered rosebud.
“One day, I’m going to fuck you here. I need to claim another one of your firsts.”
“You’re being greedy,” she breathes out. “You already got one of my firsts. You were the first one to kiss me, remember?”
“Oh, I remember. But I never said I wasn’t greedy, Shortcake.”
