“How did you find me?” I ask, picking up the soap and beginning to wash myself. It stings as I get soap all over my cock, and I whimper as I hurriedly wash it off.
“I’m so glad we found you before you permanently broke your dick,” he mutters, turning me around so he can wash my back.
His fingers dig into my sore muscles, and I groan as they begin to release from the strained knots I managed to put them in.
“I… don’t think you want to know how we found you,” he finally says. “Not to freak you out, but the only reason you got as far as you did is because you didn’t use a credit card. Rhodeswants to chip you like a goddamned dog, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“I’m not a fucking pet,” I groan.
Skylar begins to work on shampooing my hair, and I close my eyes because not only is he thorough, he’s also kind of an aggressive hair washer.
“You’re a flight risk,” he says. “If it bothers you so much, I’ll have us all chipped so we can track each other if it’s ever necessary. People go missing all the time, and as celebrities, it’s important to be careful of our whereabouts. Though, this place refused to give me your room number. It didn’t matter how much money I threw at them, they wouldn’t budge.”
“Huh,” I mutter, hissing as I move to lean on the cool shower wall as I watch Skylar rinse off.
There’s a shower and a tub in here which is surprising, and I hear Rhodes come in to begin to fill it.
“An open line is the easiest way for me to find someone, so when you picked up Rhodes’ call, I was able to track you to your room,” Skylar says. “You have more people on your side than you think. They care about your wellbeing, and it doesn’t sit well with any of them that you spend your heats alone.”
“You and Rhodes take stalking to a whole new level,” I say, yawning widely.
“Yes, we do. Scent matching hits different, and we’ve known it since we met you in Los Angeles.”
As I shift my weight, I feel the knot in my ass deflate, and then gravity does its job and pulls it out of me since its a heavy dildo. Whimpering, I feel as I lose the toy, making my asshole too empty.
“Rhodes is bigger,” Skylar says, glancing down at the toy before he leaves it on the ground.
My eyes widen as I allow that to sink in, and then I’m being forcibly moved to the tub. Everything immediately feels better asI groan, and Rhodes simply chuckles as he leaves the room. The water is warm and perfect, but I’m also convinced it's imbued with magical alpha powers.
“What is in here?” I ask, sighing.
“Lots of Epsom salts, oils to help with healing, and some other things,” Skylar says with a small grin.
He’s unapologetically naked, and my eyes can’t stop staring at his cock. It’s thick and long, perfect to fuck me with.
“My eyes are higher than my dick,” he teases me.
“It’s so pretty though,” I breathe.
“We’ll talk later,” he snorts. “We will be stuffing you full of knots and cum first though.”
“Talking sucks,” I grumble, my head dropping back to rest on the back of the tub. “I want teeth, fucking, and to be filled until I can’t think anymore.”
“We won’t hold back if you ask us for bites,” Skylar warns, but I’m too far gone.
I’m exhausted, and I know to sleep when I can. My heat is nowhere near done with me. My eyes shutter closed until everything else fades away.
I should be scared by Skylar’s words and actions, especially the stalking and breaking and entering. Instead, I’m trapped in the bubble of my heat, and I won’t be able to break free until it’s done with me.
Skylar’s right. There will be time for red flags and worrying about toxic alphas much, much later.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
RHODES
“He’s still asleep,” I whisper in awe.
Koen has been sleeping on his stomach for the past two hours since he passed out in the tub and nearly drowned. Skylar and I ran inside when the splashing started. I swear, this omega needs a life alert or something around his neck. Huh. That’s a good idea. I need to ask Sky about that.
