I grabbed the body wash. It was neutral, unscented, and now I was glad of that because her natural smell was everything. After lathering my hands, I started slowly, massaging the tension from her muscles in her arms and shoulders. She sighed, leaning into me, head tipping back as I worked down her arms, her sides.
"Good?" I murmured against her ear.
She nodded, eyes half-closed. "So good."
I turned her gently, washing her back in long strokes, thumbs pressing into the knots along her spine. She arched slightly, a soft moan escaping when I reached the curve of her ass. My hands slid lower, soaping her thighs, careful because she’d have bruises from three alphas who weren’t always gentle with her.
She parted her legs without prompting, inviting. I knelt slightly, hands gliding up the backs of her thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin where her leg met the cheek.
"Hastings," she breathed again, pushing back just a fraction. "More."
"Not yet." I kept it tender, washing her calves, her feet, then standing to turn her around again until we were face to face under the spray.
“Please–”
I tried to ignore her pleas as I soaped her breasts with slow circles around her nipples until they pebbled hard. She whimpered, hands coming up to brace against my chest. Down her stomach, fingers tracing the soft swell where Etienne had lingered so often today.
And then between her legs.
I was careful. Gentle. The cloth wasn't needed; my hands were enough. I cupped her mound first, letting the water rinse away the suds before sliding lower. Parting her folds with my thumbs, cleaning the slick that still coated her.
She trembled, thighs clenching.
"Please," she whispered. "I need more."
I kept washing, slow and thorough, like this was just care. Nothing more. My fingers glided over her clit, light pressure, cleaning but not teasing. She bucked anyway, a frustrated sound escaping.
Then her hand slammed over mine, pressing my palm harder against her pussy.
"Touch me," she demanded, voice breaking. "I know you're a pack, but they'll understand.”
“Of course they will.”
“Then, I'm an omega who needs more. It's your fault anyway. This was my first time with a pack. My first heat with real alphas, not just my dildos."
The words ignited something feral in me. My cock throbbed, fully hard now, brushingher thigh.
"You want a baby, don't you?" she pushed, eyes locking on mine, bratty challenge in her tone. "Then fuck me."
"Omega," I warned, voice low and rough, alpha command threading through it.
She didn't back down. If anything, her chin lifted higher, a spark of defiance in those blue eyes. "I just need a little more."
Fuck.
I dropped the pretense. Slipped two fingers inside her without warning.
She groaned as my thick fingers curled to stroke a spot that made her knees buckle. Her head dropped back against the tile with a thud, a loud moan echoing off the marble.
Water pounded around us as I pumped slowly, deliberately. Her walls fluttered, slick coating my hand, mixing with the shower spray.
"How does it feel with my thick fingers inside you?" I growled, leaning in close, lips brushing her ear. "Is it enough, Presley? Or do you need something bigger to stretch this greedy little pussy?"
She swallowed hard, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "I need more," she panted. "I need your knot."
That was it.
My hands almost spanned her waist as I lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the cool tile wall. Her legs wrapped around my hips instinctively, ankles locking at my back.
