“Like we’re more,” I snapped. He released me, his brows jumping. I held my breath as I waited for his response, instead, he turned from me, taking his heat with him.
I was a mental case. My gaze followed him as he walked to the tub. I checked out his ass when he bent over. Steam billowed. I was lured by the water. He turned, facing me, and I licked my lips as I inhaled every inch of his naked body. I raised my gaze, locking with his as he smirked. He cut the distance between us, putting his hands under my arms and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he grabbed my ass. He walked us to the tub.
Dane stepped in and held me close as he lowered himself to a built-in seat. I sighed as the hot water covered my legs, thighs, and belly. His hand slid up my backside and squeezed my hips as he leaned back. My hands slid down his chest, and I moved to push off him, but his grip tightened. His eyes flashed.
“Didn’t I tell you? You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m going to sit next to you,” I huffed.
“You’re already on your seat.”
“My goodness, I need to wash myself so I can go.” My lips twitched with the need to smile, but I was feeling like a brat and didn’t want to give in.
“You’re not going home.”
“Are you kidna—” Dane’s lips smashed against mine. He deepened the kiss, spearing into my mouth. I melted for him, and he took advantage. I moaned as he claimed my mouth. My breasts squished against his chest, but instead of a lust-filledpassionate kiss, he slowed it to a gentle dance. It was sweet, yet dominant.
We broke apart, and I squealed as he lowered me until I was reclined, my body submerged. My hair floated around me as I stared at him.
“Gods, Vera. I’m going to clean you up and you’re going to relax. If I have to give you a dozen more orgasms, I’ll count it my civil fucking duty.”
“We were kind of in the middle of a conversation,” I said, but there was no snap in my tone. The heat soaked into my tense muscles.
“No, you’re trying to fight, and I have no interest in fighting you,” he said as he grabbed a bottle. He flicked the lid and squeezed it onto my body. It was cool and my nipples hardened above the surface. His hand lathered the liquid, his fingers rubbing it into my skin. Goosebumps broke out across my exposed body. Rough fingers trailed my ribs, then pinched my nipple before massaging circles around my breast. He repeated the torture on the other side before his palm smoothed over my chest.
“Why not?” I whispered. He snaked up and grabbed my neck.
“Because a King never fights with his Queen,” he murmured.
Surprise had my eyebrows shooting into my hairline. The meaning behind Dane’s words was clear, but my mind couldn’t process them applying to me. Stripped bare in front of this man, his hand gripping me, my pulse thrummed beneath his fingers.
“Woah there, buddy. I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.” A giggle bubbled up and fell from my lips. I was going to crack. I’d blame my hysteria on exhaustion. He remained silent, staring at me. “You fancy yourself a king?”
“I fancy myself an Alpha.”
“I think you’re mistaken.”
“About what?” Dane asked, cocking his head.
“I am no queen,” I murmured, the giggle dying on my lips.
“You’re an Omega.”
Steel eyes darkened to a stormy gray. His hand traveled to my throat and squeezed. After the abuse I’d suffered from the man who was supposed to love me, I should have been scared. I’d just met this man, yet I trusted him. I leaned into his touch moments before it disappeared. His hand slid south until I gasped.
“And you’re what I say you are,” he growled.
His fingers pinched my sensitive nipple. Seconds before I could form words, the king lowered himself, and I didn’t realize how fitting that title was until now. His lips wrapped around my left nipple. His tongue worked in tandem with his fingers as one cupped, groped, and rubbed as the other lathered, sucked, and flicked.
I squirmed beneath him, slightly arching my back, pushing my breasts closer to his face. With Dane, it was never enough. I wanted more.
His gaze cut to mine as his teeth tugged on my nipple. My fingers grasped his hair as his lips released the perky pebble. He pressed a kiss to my sensitive nub.
“You are infuriating,” he murmured seconds before he dragged his tongue along flesh to the right. My stomach tightened as a heat ignited low in my belly.
My Omega instincts batted her lashes at Dane. We wanted to be bred. I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Dane asked.
