Page 17 of Lonely Alpha

“How do you feel about baths?” We’d decided to stay in my room for the night, and that tub was big enough for two.

“I like them” Lars said, In fact, I had a jetted one installed in my master bath at home. Why do you ask?”

“I thought maybe after we…that is, there’s a tub big enough for two in my room.”

“Mate, are you trying to tell me I need a bath?” Lars sniffed his underarm and made a face. “Darned if I don’t.”

“I was not saying that at all,” I protested. “ You smell amazingly wonderful. I just thought it might be fun see what naughtiness we can get into.” We’d held out a long time for this night, and I had a lot of fantasies to fulfill. “But I thought it would be nice for after rather than now.”

“No way, omega.” He towed me toward the stairs up to our rooms. “I’ve been promised a bath, and I expect bubbles.”

“I don’t know if there are any—” His kiss cut off my words. “But we can check.”

There were bubbles and bath salts and bombs and all sorts of things in the cabinet beside the sink, and we stood kissing and arguing over what to use first.

“I say the bubbles, since that was your first request, and smell.” I held the open bottle under his nose. “Lilacs. Just like you.”

“Like me?” He frowned and sniffed again then turned on the water and poured in a good dollop of bubble bath. “Is this what you scent on me?”

“You don’t?”

“No. I just make sure I don’t smell bad, in general. But this is nice.” He kissed my forehead. “Now, let’s get in that tub. May I undress you?”

“Yes, please.” I suddenly felt shy. All my flirting and naughty talk were gone with the knowledge that we were finally going to mate and mark for real. All the waiting was over, and my mate was waiting for me to give him permission to take my clothes off. Really, I wanted to rip them off myself and bend over the side of the tub, beg him to take me fast and hard. Make me his. But although my mate was not one to try to control me, he was still my alpha, and I wanted to show him respect and all the love I felt for him.

Limbs trembling, I tried to stand still while he took my clothing off one piece at a time. He stroked and caressed my revealed skin, avoiding my cock jutting out toward him, which was probably smart because I was one good squeeze away from coming all over the bathroom floor.

“Ready to climb in?” Lars turned the water off, tested the temperature, and helped me into the depths. When I sat down, the bubbles foamed up around my shoulders.

“What about you?” I ran my fingers through the froth, back and forth. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“Oh, I’m coming, omega.” Even as he spoke, Lars was removing his clothing, efficiently and without fanfare, but it made me tremble even harder in anticipation. He finally stepped into the water and sank down, reaching for me. “And you, omega?” He grinned and closed his fist around my cock, using it like a handle to ease me closer. A handle in danger of exploding at any moment. “Are you going to come?”

“In about two seconds.” I shuddered when he tapped his fingers up and down my shaft, like playing the holes on a flute. “If you keep that up.”

“I’m sorry.” He adjusted me on my knees in front of him and slid down so only his head was above the water. “I forgot to do this.” Lars closed his lips over the head of my cock, his fingers keeping up their resonance on the shaft.

I gripped the sides of the tub, accidentally bumping the controls and starting the jets swirling the water around us like a stormy sea. I closed my eyes, dizzy with pleasure and motion.

“Are you all right, omega?” His voice broke through my haze.

“You stopped. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t argue, just went back to sucking and licking and tickling and tormenting me until I grasped the back of his head and cried out, coming with a force I didn’t know was possible.

Then he guided me down onto his lap, my slick hole welcoming him in. I had a vague thought that slick was not water soluble before my brain shut down in ecstasy. All I could do was grip his shoulders and hang on while the closed his hands on my hips and moved me up and down, plunging deep into my body, the jets sending water surging around us. All of it creating a hurricane, never mind a storm, that didn’t cease until his cum filled me, his knot swelled, and, with a growl, my mate pierced my throat with his fangs. Marking me his forever.

The jets must have been on a timer because about the time his knot shrank, everything grew quiet. Still. Only our harsh breathing broke the peace of our sanctuary. I lay against his chest while my heart rate gradually returned to normal.

“The water is getting cold, mate,” Lars murmured sometime later. “We should get out before you’re chilled.”

“We could add more hot and stay here forever?” I suggested, but my alpha held up one of my hands.

“You’re getting all pruney. How about we crawl into a nice warm bed instead and see if we can’t get into more mischief.” He kissed my forehead. “I have some very naughty ideas.”

How could I turn that down?

Chapter Sixteen

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