I huff. “I’m perfectly capable…”
“Don’t care.” Arkan sits up, stretching. “You’re our omega. We provide for you. That’s how this works.”
I roll my eyes for effect, but the omega in me ispurringat the idea of being cared for.
“Fine,” I mumble, which gets me three manly chuckles that hit me straight between my legs, make my nipples harden and my heart warm.
Baylin stands, lifting me with him like I weigh nothing. I yelp and grab onto his massive shoulders.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Bath.” He carries me to the open door of my bathing chamber. “You’re covered in cum.”
“Whose fault is that?” I sass, raising an eyebrow.
He grins wickedly and leans in to steal a kiss, completely unrepentant.
The tub is massive, big enough for… well, apparently big enough for three giant alphas and their omega.
Baylin sets me on the edge while Callum works the pump to fill the tub. Arkan disappears, returning moments later with cloths and soap.fills,
The tub fills, and Callum tests the temperature. “Good. In you go, little one.”
They help me into the water and I groan as the heat soaks into my aching muscles. Then all three of them climb in with me, and suddenly the massive tub doesn’t seem quite so big anymore.
“You’re all huge,” I observe breathlessly, eyes wide, running over their colossal frames, as water sloshes over the edge. Muscles on top of muscles, acres of tanned skin, scars, tattoos, chest hair that descends to their hard stomachs, into a trail that leads…
“You’re just small,” Arkan cuts into my naughty thoughts, pulling me into his lap. “Perfect size,” he ends with his lips on my skin.
They take turns washing me. Callum works soap through my hair while Arkan and Baylin focus on my body. Big, rough hands, gentle on my scalp, kneading my sore muscles, running over my curves…
They finish washing me and themselves, then Arkan lifts me out of the tub. Callum wraps me in a soft towel.
“I can dry myself,” I protest.
“Let us,” he says simply, bringing his intense gaze to meet mine.
So I do. Let them dry me, tend to my body, care for me in ways no one has in… ever, maybe. The late king certainly never did this. And before him, I was always the one taking care of others. Oldest daughter, selfish parents and siblings…
Being cared for is strange. Almost uncomfortable.
And absolutely wonderful.
They try to dress me, and I giggle as they’re trying to figure out how the gown they picked works.
“It goes… this way?” Arkan holds it upside down.
I laugh again and take it from him. “Fool, let me.”
Once I’m dressed, Baylin carries me back to the bedroom. The broken mirror is still scattered across the floor.
“We should clean that up,” I say quietly.
“We will,” Callum agrees. “After you eat.”
They settle me on the bed, and Arkan disappears into the main corridor. He returns with a tray laden with food. Bread, cheese, meat, fruit, fresh water.
I stare at the tray, then at them. These three massive, scarred, feral wolves who just… take care of me. Provide for me. Protect me.
