Reaching up, he grabs the soap and a sponge before he suds it up. “Come here. Let’s make some memories of your Alpha looking after you.”
And that’s exactly what he does. He soaps us up, making me so slippery with too many bubbles that the both of us end up laughing while trying to hold on to each other.
I grab a hold of his shoulders, squeezing my thighs around his waist as I try not to slide off before I stop and look down at him. Tyson looks like he’s been attending a foam party—his tattoos are hidden under a sea of bubbles, his hair is all over the place, he looks completely unlike himself but so at ease with being this version of who he is, for me. And that’s what nearly sets my freak out off again, more than the memories of what Rex did.
He pulls me down and wraps his arms around me, kissing the shock off my lips before pulling away. “You are such an amazing person, Tristan. How’d I get so lucky and find you?”
“Deranged Alpha in the hospital, heat-spike, good times in your room, remember?”
“I’m deranged right now,” he whispers before kissing me until the both of us are crazy in lust and need.
Without breaking our kiss we shuffle, careful so we don’t slide away again. He knocks my legs wider, before he pushes himself inside, like we’ve never had bad times to cloud our past. Except he didn’t count for the bubbles and while it feels incredible to have him inside my body again, it’s pretty obvious it’s not going to work.
Tyson growls, pushing me off him. He hits the faucet to shut it off before he shimmies the both of us over the bubbles and out of the shower. It takes him less than a handful of seconds until he’s grabbed every towel available, making the tiles as soft as ever. Grabbing me in for a kiss that is still a different version of Tyson than what I’ve seen to date, he turns me around, placingmy hands on the edge of the bath before spreading my legs as wide as they go. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
Tyson doesn’t wait for an answer; he is inside my body the very next second. He is everywhere, using his hands, his mouth, his scent to remind me of my strength, but his too. He isn’t soft and he definitely doesn’t treat me like he thinks I will crack under the pressure. He fucks me hard and fast, praising me for taking his cock so good.
“Fuck, take it all,” he demands, falling over me from behind before biting the back of my neck.
In barely any time at all, he has me begging and whimpering for his knot and for release.
“Come on, baby girl, squeeze me harder. Let me feel your pretty little cunt desperate for her Alpha’s come.” With a brutal shove that nearly sends me headfirst into the bath, he slams his knot home. I can barely breathe, as my orgasm smashes into me harder than he does. I feel like I’m falling from the greatest height, but Tyson binds his arms around me, pulling us both backwards so I’m sitting on his thighs, riding his knot.
“Such a good fucking girl for me. Ride me harder, let me feel your slick on my knot.”
He keeps powering up from under me, his cock hitting so deep while his knot locks us together. The way he ruts into me, the dirty talk in my ear obliterates some of my doubts and fears, but he switches gears when he whispers the sweetest fucking words ever, his teeth biting me again; he fucks me until I can’t possibly orgasm anymore.
I seriously think I’m a rag doll when he slows us right down, and it’s lucky he’s got his arms around me because I flop forward.
“You are fucking amazing, Tristan.”
I’m breathing hard like I ran a marathon. Feeling elated like I finished first. “I seriously think I died.”
“Pretty sure we’ve got a long way to go before I fuck you to death. I don’t mind pushing to see your limits though, baby girl. Your heart is racing against my hand.” He laughs.
“No seriously, I think I am dead. I’m like a limp noodle.”
“Such a cute limp noodle who takes my cock so fucking good,” he growls as he bites me again, making me squeal.
Linking his hands in mine Tyson buries his face in the crook of my neck as we wait for his knot to deflate, “Ty, don’t let Steel be there with Rex. He’s messed Steel up enough, and you know if he can he will be a prick over and over, leaving us to put him back together.”
He chuckles but it’s without humour. “That would be like me saying no to you just now.”
“We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”
“You know it. But goddamn we have some things to sort out.” He helps me up to standing once his knot goes down enough. Tyson refuses to let go of my hand as we go back into the shower. “Don’t slip over. We’ve got lots to do and broken legs will only hold us back.”
I twist around, “Like?”
“Whatever your heart desires. But I think we need to figure out where we’re going to live first.”
“Probably a good start.” I stay stock still as he washes all the bubbles away, but of course Tyson is over cautious and nabs a towel from the pile we just used, throwing it on the floor for me to stand on.
Then he washes me from head to toe, intentionally leaving me full of his claim, and when he dries me off he scent marks me all over again. I don’t mind one bit though, I needed him and what we did helped me more than I can put into words. I walk out of the bathroom, a different person than when I went in.
King’s dressed, so are the others and our food arrived.
“Good shower, killer?” He smirks, pointing at a fresh pile of clothes for me to put on.
