He leveled a glare at her with violent gold eyes.
Setting his fist to the door, he pounded noisily several times before opening it, a warning that he was coming out and for anyone in the hall to disappear, she guessed. She let out a choked cry of pure relief when he just grabbed up two buckets and a cloth, then went back for a hose that he attached to a spigot from the wall.
He attached the hose and turned it on, water flowing.
"Kane, what—"
He cut her off with the impact of the chilly blast of water. There was no mercy when he sprayed the hose at her aroused body.
She shrieked with the angry shock of it, then let all the pent up emotion and desire loose by screaming her head off. He had heated her body to a frenzy, only to freeze her to death.
The lowering of his brows was the only warning she got before he spanked her bottom hard with the flat of his hand.
"No!" he barked.
"It's cold!" she yelled, wild and angry.
Another stinging spank in the same spot made her body jerk forward in the chains.
"No!"
Sasha let out a throaty grumbling noise, but kept the volume low.
Kane soaked her with the hose, head to toe. He unbound her braid, then did it again.
She was shivering when he brought over the bucket with warm water and a cloth. He lathered it with a cake of his soap and starting at her chained hands, he washed her.
It was a slow, sensual glide, warm contrasting with cold, rough cloth contrasting with his exquisitely gentle touch.
"You have his smell on you," he growled in her ear. "You put yourself in a position for another male to touch you."
Goosebumps raised all over her body in response to the resurgence of Kane's rage.
"You wanted another male to touch you," he accused. His cloth covered hand slid down her arm to her throat. He could twist her neck, pop her head like a grape. He could end her life so easily.
His palm was so big that it forced her head back when he gripped her throat, his thick fingers touching at her nape. His eyes glowed yellow when he gazed into hers. He was magnificent, this snarly male.
"No," she denied without thought.
"Don't lie, Beauty. That's what the Selection is. You want your father's fucking man. You would let a stranger touch you. That's what you want."
Sasha was going to say something. She didn't know what, but she needed to answer his eyes, his words. Her heart demanded she answer.
He was wrong in his assumption. Couldn't he see or smell how wrong he was?
The cloth swooped up over her mouth. "No. I don't want to hear it."
Biting her lip, she silenced herself. His eyes dipped there. His head was so close, his body invading her space, taking over. She wanted that mouth of his on hers. Her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips, daring him.
Jerking away, he wet the cloth again, soaping it up as if counting out each bubble. He wasn't finished.
"I know that Sara has been to see you already. I know that Sara explained the transition process. I know that you must have heard her and that you are an intelligent creature. I will tell you again. Maybe you won’t forget this time.
"Breeders are rare. About one in ten are born omega, a biological marvel and the ideal mate for the alpha dynamic. There is a physical development that takes place. Your womb, your vagina, is in the process of maturing and changing to accommodate alpha cock and an alpha knot.
"Only the omega breeder goes through this transition. Beta wombs and the rare alpha cunt develop like a drone cunt. But breeders have a magic pussy.
"You are so small. A tiny five feet, two inches to my seven foot five. It's a medical marvel that you could take half my dick. It's a fucking miracle that you could take all of it.
