“Omega,” he whispered, gently stroking his fingers through my damp hair.
Lips brushed over my temple. A rumbling purr grew in Kaelen’s chest, getting louder the tighter I held him. The heaviness of the soothing sound lulled me.
Comforting arms lifted me, swaying me gently.
Through my hazy vision, I saw Aileen—her face drawn and lips turned down. I tried to offer her a weak smile. Unfortunately, it came out more like a tired grimace. I burrowed my face back into Kaelen, inhaling his heady scent.
A door clicked behind us, and I lifted my head.
“We’re home,” he said.
Carefully, Kaelen righted me. I wobbled. Hands flew to my hips, steadying me. In the center of the room sat my nest, my omega sighed.
“Let me clean you up, and then you can get settled.”
A noncommittal sound trilled in the back of my throat. Despite the incessant need swirling inside me, I wanted nothing more than to scrub any lingering scent of that place and that man off my skin.
I wanted to smell only of us—ofmyalpha, ofus.
Cold marble pressed into my bum as he placed me on the vanity. Turning, he ran the tap in the shower. After testing the water, he stood between my thighs, running his hands over my sides before cupping my face.
“I love you, Willow.”
Those three impossibly perfect words quieted the roaring in my blood. The open sincerity in his declaration made everythingright.For the first time, the constant whir of intrusive thoughts stopped.
Instead, all I heard washim.
Of how right he was for me and I for him.
Lips pressed to the tip of my nose. Then he claimed my mouth in an unhurried kiss. The coarse scruff rubbed against my cheek, his lips against my jaw.
“Love you,” I breathed.
With a peck on my temple, he pulled off my dingy sweater and bra—a possessive purr growing with each second. Helping me to stand, he removed the rest of my clothes.
A shuddering sigh rattled my ribs at the immediate relief. My skin itched and burned, everything far too sensitive.
Keeping his gaze locked with mine, he slowly removed his belt, the leather gliding through the fabric. My mouth turned dry, fascinated by the veins in his hands as he tugged the t-shirt off his muscled frame.
Whoever created my alpha, hewed him from stone. A sculpture for me to admire.
I moaned, shamelessly drinking in my husband. Dark ink covered his pale torso, his heavy cock slapping against his abdomen.
Auburn strands hung loose around his face as he tugged the hair free from its confines. A burning throb ached over my clit. My nails mapped a path over the hard planes of his abdomen before I gripped him in both hands, huffing a tiny, impatient growl.
I imagined the weight of it against my tongue as I sucked and licked at him before he gave me his knot. As I started to sink to my knees, he stopped me, urging me towards the glass ensconced shower instead.
“No. Knot,” I grumbled, unbothered by how petulant I sounded.
Why was my alpha denying me? He said he loved me. How was this love?
“Omega,” he said, his voice on the edge of a bark. “Wait. We’ll wash off and then get you in your nest where I can take care of you.”
A tug pulled behind my sternum, my omega urging me to please our alpha. Resignedly, I stepped into the shower, delighted when cool water met my flushed face. I closed my eyes as my alpha trailed a soapy cloth over me, gently washing away the blood and grime.
Water mixed with swirls and brown and red slithered down the drain as he washed my hair, massaging my scalp. I arched into him, grinding my ass over his knot. My alpha was everything.
And he was mine. All mine.
