Pressing my cheek to the tiled floor, I pushed my ass up. My hole contracted over nothing.
Until Rhys slid the tiny showerhead in.
I moaned at the feel of cool water filling my guts, much more sensitive so close to a heat wave than ever.
“Go.” I patted his hand away.
He pulled the hose out and directed the spray at my feet, soothing the soles. “What if I want to stay?”
“Suit yourself.” I was used to being exposed to an Alpha’s gaze, but this was next level, even for me.
I released a long groan and pushed the water out of me. No time to be ashamed when another cramp was looming over me.
Rhys caressed my lower back in circles. “Did that help?”
“You’re not disgusted?” I rocked on all fours, slick and water running down my thighs.
He made a humming noise of amusement. “You pissed on me and I loved it. By now you should know, my tastes are a bit different from the Alphas you’ve met.” He slid his hand along my spine. “You’re so hot—on your knees but bossing me around.”
I shivered, taking deep breaths. A glance at his groin told me he wasn’t lying. His thick cock hung hard between his muscled thighs.
I shook my head, my hair sticking to my forehead. He was getting off on me telling him what to do and I needed help. This might work after all.
“Then gimme more.”
He filled me with water again and I held it in.
“Now massage my belly as I expel it,” I said.
Rhys did exactly that, his touch soothing my abdomen. His cock bounced and he shuffled in place, pre-cum leaking into the tiles.
I licked my lips, arousal growing in me with astounding speed. “If you kneel in front of my face, will you still reach my ass?”
“Of course, you’re tiny.” Rhys was already moving into position, tracing my side with his fingertips. Then he brushed my wet hair off my forehead and cupped my cheek. “Tell me what you need.”
My eyes pricked with tears. Was it the heat doing a number on my emotional state? Probably. Because the care in his voice and the gentleness of his touch broke something in me. A wall of hate I’ve been building between me and Alphas I’ve encountered throughout my life began to crack. If I let Rhys in for the time of the heat, would I regret it later?
Even if that were to be the case, I couldn’t hide behind that wall anymore. Not with Rhys, not when I was so desperate and in heat.
“Feed me your cock and fill my ass with water.” I rocked on all fours, opened my mouth, and looked up.
His shocked expression turned into a lustful one, and he nodded. “Yes, Master.” He stroked his hard-on and positioned it in front of my face.
I licked around the head of his cock and sucked it halfway. The thickness filled my mouth, and I swallowed his salty pre-cum. My omega instincts roared with need for Rhys so much thatevery morsel of his touch helped, and having him on my tongue was even better.
Wiggling my ass, I gave Rhys a sign of what I wanted him to do.
He reached over me, spread my slick around my hole with a finger, then slid the tip of the shower hose into me.
I moaned, sucking harder, reveling in the cooling fullness in my guts. When I was full, I tapped his thigh and he pulled the attachment out. Communicating with him was so effortless. He listened and paid attention to me and my needs. From my experience, that was absolutely unheard of.
I released his dick and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face to his groin. With a whimper, I let go of the water that left only an empty feeling inside me.
“Better?” Rhys asked, petting my hair. He was so gentle with me, I fought back tears, holding onto him, not wanting to pull away just yet.
He directed the spray at my balls, then my thighs and feet, soothing me a fraction more.
“Yes.” I kept my voice as steady as possible. “Thank you. I need to lay down.”
