Page 36 of Knotted By the Demon

“I don’t want to stop kissing you either,” he told me, making me realize I’d growled those words instead of thinking them to myself.

I felt the blush in my cheeks.

“I pulled back because the water is growing cold,” he told me. “And I don’t want you to catch a chill.”

Was the water cold? Then why did I feel so hot? Greek pushed wet strands of hair away from my cheek as his eyes peered into mine. My gaze roamed over his face, taking in all the details that made up my omega. Greek had been gifted with a beauty that should’ve been reserved for the gods.

His hair had looked pale blonde when dry. Now that it was wet, it was like spun silver, long and flowing in soft, silky waves that cascaded past his shoulders. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones gave him a sculpted, almost angelic appearance, butthere was a hint of fire in his eyes that let me know he could also be a little devilish when needed.

His lips were full and always slightly parted, as though he was on the verge of saying something important yet holding back. He resembled the ice prince from my favorite fairy tale. I wanted to be his princess. But with my personality, I’d be more like the wicked witch who kidnaps the ice prince. Maybe in our story, the witch and the prince could become lovers instead of enemies.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, holding me close.

“You,” I admitted, eliciting a purr from him.

“Thank you, Little Fox,” he whispered, voice deep, sounding more sure of himself than he’d been before the shower.

“For what? Oh, I know. For the amazing head?” I teased.

His eyes widened a second before he burst out laughing, the sound wrapping around my heart and holding it hostage. He could keep it. I didn’t need my heart. He could have it. If he wanted, he could split it with Demon because I was pretty sure I was also keeping the rogue alpha. I was a greedy wench, their sly fox, the wicked witch who refused to let either of them go.

“Thank you for that, too,” Greek purred, trailing his thumb over my lips, making my core clench, wanting him to touch a different pair of lips. “But thank you for talking me through my fear. For being patient with me. For... For being you.”

“You’re welcome,” I whispered, trying not to get lost in his stormy eyes.

His gaze drifted lower to our naked bodies. “We need to shower again quickly. We’re both a littleslickyright now.”

“Slicky?” I nearly snorted with laughter. “That’s the cutest word ever. But seriously, you can get meslickywhenever you want. I’m willing to wear your slick like a perfume. I love the way you smell.”

I watched his eyes widen and his nose flare. I held in my smile. This beautiful omega would soon get used to the fact that I often spoke before I thought my words through. And I had a filthy mouth once I was comfortable around the people I was with. Greek licked his lips, and I knew if we didn’t shower quickly, we never would.

“Shower first, slick later,” I told him, prompting him to laugh again.

Damn, that sound was just as addictive as his taste. I think this kidnapping was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To him, too. Demon also. Fate had an interesting way of bringing people together.

I couldn’t complain. I was just happy that I was here with them. Greek released me, and we showered quickly. Once we were done, we turned the shower knob to off and left the stall. I dried off quickly, then helped Greek dry off, careful to avoid his bandages.

“I’ll change these for you later,” I told him.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

He grabbed a clean towel and began drying my hair. I stared up at him.

“You’re the first guy to ever towel dry my hair,” I confessed.

“Other than my mother, you’re the first woman to ever make me want to be alive.”

Oh. Wow. Wait.That was... deep. And dark. And scary.

“Greek,” I whispered.

“Don’t mind me,” he said, still drying my red tresses. “I’m just feeling a little emotional.”

Silence followed.

“Thank you,” I finally said.

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