“Have you ever done a scene like that before?”
Scene. I recognized the word from the BDSM romance books I’d read.
I shook my head.
He set the water bottle aside and drew me closer until my head rested against his chest. “That was probably too intense for a beginner,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.”
I frowned. I didn’t want him to apologize. “But I wanted it. I liked it.”Let’s do it again.
I didn’t say that part out loud. King hadn’t promised me anything, and he was only in Starlight Grove temporarily. But my clingy omega was already dreaming of repeating our scene, this time in my nest so his scent would saturate everything.
“Sometimes after a scene, you can have what’s called a sub drop. It can leave you feeling a bit shaky and vulnerable.” He rubbed his cheek against the top of my head, scent-marking me. “Which is why I’m going to take care of you until you feel steady. Starting with a bath.”
You need to take care of yourself, Lucy. Being an omega is no excuse for being dependent on us.
My exes’ voices floated through my head, but I batted them aside. Fuck them. If I only had King for tonight, I wasn’t going to refuse his care. I tightened my arms and legs around him as he stood, crying out as the movement shifted his knot inside me. Sparks of pleasure mixed with the stinging pain of my heated butt, and I was already on the verge of coming again.
He palmed my sore ass as he carried me into the bathroom.
“Ouch.” I scowled and jutted out my lip, but he just chuckled.
“You earned that heated ass, baby. But don’t worry, I’ll rub somecream on it. In fact”—his nose skimmed my cheek—“you don’t need to worry about anything right now. I’ve got you.”
And I knew he did.
He turned on the bathroom light and I squinted against the brightness, but he immediately dimmed it. He carried me around effortlessly as he readied the bath. Once the tub was half full, he surprised me by getting in with me. His knot had loosened enough to move me off of him, but as he settled me in his lap, facing him, he seemed to be in no rush.
The heated water stung my spanked skin, but the pain quickly faded. I settled against him, staying in a sleepy fog as he massaged shampoo into my hair and ran body wash over my skin with firm hands.
“I could stay inside you forever.” He sighed loudly. “But I guess I can’t do that.”
My lips quirked at how put out he sounded.
He slid out of me in a rush of cum. My omega snarled with displeasure, but King’s movements were steady as he got me out of the bath, dried me off, and wrapped a soft robe around me.
He led me back to bed. “Lie on your stomach.”
My pussy clenched and another burst of cum leaked out of me. I was tired and sore and still seconds away from bending over and begging him to take me again.
I stuck with lying down on the bed. The click of a bottle cap preceded cool lotion against my skin. I groaned as he gently rubbed it in, soothing the pain.
When he was done, he stretched out beside me. “How’re you doing now?”
I smiled softly. “Better.”
He drew me to his side, and the heat of his bare skin lulled me into a sleepy haze.
At least, until I jolted with awareness and rolled away from King.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up and looking around the room.
“Did I…” I trailed off, my cheeks on fire. “Oh my god. Did I call youDaddy?” My endorphin-induced haze had conveniently made me forget that small detail, but my conscious brain definitely remembered.
King’s lips twitched. “Yes, you did.”
I pressed my face to the mattress. “Let’s forget this ever happened. Sound good? Okay, great.” I could only imagine the horror on my exes’ faces if I ever made a slip like that.
King’s deep, rich laugh filled the room, and he manhandled me back to his chest.
