I want to touch her.
My arms flex against the cuffs.
I want to feel if she’s as soft as she looks. Because all of her looks soft.
She apologized earlier. For not wearing clothes. Said they took them from her.
They’ve taken things from me, too.
I don’t like the thought of them taking things from her.
“Is something wrong?” She asks, her eyes darting to my flexing arms. “I’m done washing your face. I was thinking of wiping down your hair a bit, but that’d probably be a little annoying, since I’llhave to squeeze the water into it.”
She’s done? Does that mean she’ll stop touching me now?
I bend my head down, leaning as close to her touch as I can.
“Oh! I’ll assume you probably want me to wash your hair off. I’ll see what I can do with what I’ve got. I don’t want to dump this entire bucket over your head.”
She soaks a couple of rags and squeezes the water into my hair. The cold droplets drip down my face as I stare at hers.
She’s biting her bottom lip in concentration.
I’ve never been this close to a woman before. A naked woman. A nakedomega.
She continues to try to wash my hair. It’s like she’s petting me. I push my head into her touch, wanting her hands on me forever.
“Does that feel okay?” She asks, running her nails over my scalp.
A sound I don’t think I’ve ever made vibrates through my chest.
“Oh, wow, was that a purr?” She gasps. “I take it you really like it then!”
The purr grows louder as she continues to run her hands through my damp hair.
“Okay, all done!” She drops the dirty rags in the bucket.
No. No, no, no!
She turns her back to me.
I see red.
My purr turns into a snarl as I thrash against the chains.
She can’t leave me now. She can’t!
She flinches as she spins on her heel, her eyes going wide.
“Oh no,” she whispers, reaching up and biting her thumbnail nervously. “Shoot, I forgot. Griffin told me not to turn my back on him. It made him think I was prey.”
I freeze when her eyes lock onto mine.
Good. I want her eyes on me. I don’t like when she turns away.
“I’m sorry, big guy,” she says. “I shouldn’t have turned around like that. I’ve just gotta give this bucket back to the handler, okay?”
She shuffles backwards, her steps small and slow.
