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“I’m not hard,” the alpha added. “Check.”

Damn it. Elm did.

They both may as well be naked considering how see-through the white silk had become, but Levi was telling the truth there as well. His cock was soft. Visible as all hell. But soft.

Elm didn’t like how he instantly felt upset that he was the only one who’d been turned on enough by the kiss to pop a semi.

“Come inside,” Levi insisted, voice firming at the end. “Or I’ll have to use soothing pheromones and make you obey.”

The fact he wanted to ask for those pheromones gave Elm pause, and he ended up agreeing and sliding off the stone bench. He allowed the alpha to lead him out of the pool, gasping when his feet only touched the cold stone for a second before he found himself swept up in the alpha’s arms.

Levi carried him to the side entrance, abandoning their outerwear and their boots. The device on his wrist connected with the lock and the door beeped and slid open on its own at their approach. They entered next to the tiny table tucked beneath the stairs, but he didn’t put him down or pause.

“We’re getting water everywhere,” Elm noted as the alpha took them upstairs.

“I’ll clean it after.” He bypassed the second level and continued up.

“I’m cold.”

“Almost there.” Levi picked up the pace, entering the bedroom Elm had woken in earlier, and making a beeline for the attached master bath. He set Elm down in a large glass shower stall, reaching around him to operate the system.

A moment later, a stream of water cascaded down from the showerhead, a few inches from where Elm stood.

After the alpha adjusted the temperature and was satisfied with it, he nudged Elm closer. “Get under and then take off your clothes.”

Elm hesitated even as the alpha dragged his own wet pants down his legs and tossed them into the corner of the stall.

“Do you need help?” Levi reached for him, and Elm got into motion, quickly undoing the buttons. The material got stuck on his shoulders though, and he struggled until the alpha chuckled and opted to help him after all.

Within moments they were both naked and under the spray. It was amazing how cold Elm had managed to get just from the short distance, but he sighed as warmth reentered his bones, then again when the alpha’s hands came around his head, fingers massaging the base of his skull.

Elm swayed toward him, catching himself by grabbing onto Levi’s forearms, but he didn’t stop him.

“Are you sleepy?” Levi asked quietly. “Would you like to rest after?”

As amazing as the king-sized bed he’d woken up in sounded, Elm made a sound of disagreement.

“I want to see the studio.” He’d left the sketchpad on the basement floor of his cage. Would the alpha have remembered to bring it? The thought alone had him frowning, and Levi, of course, noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“There’s no reason for me not to be nice to you.”

Elm blinked at him. “That’s not a good enough answer.”

“It’s the only answer you’re getting, omega.” Levi released him and stepped back. “Stay. I’ll go get fresh clothes.”

Elm slumped back against the tile, watching the alpha walk out of the room naked and wet. As a precaution, he pinched his cheek, wincing when it hurt. This wasn’t a dream, and he’d been the one who drank too much.

Something was different though.

Something had been different for a while.

But for the life of him, he still couldn’t explain what that something was.

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