Page 46 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

I held out a hand to help her stand, and was relieved when her legs seemed steady enough.

"Go ahead, but leave the door unlocked. I'll join you in a minute."

Somehow, despite being pale from weakness, this managed to bring a blush to her cheeks. I grinned when she didn't protest. Sure, I had plenty of filthy fantasies involving my Omega and that tub, but not when she was feeling the way she was.

I snagged a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice from the fridge and joined her in the bathroom. She'd already undressed, her clothes piled on the floor, and was sinking into the warm, scented water.

I was proud of myself for not reacting like an animal, especially with her looking the way she did. I'd seen her naked, but she still took my breath away. I'd always liked a girl with some curves, and Nayeli's voluptuous body was my absolute favorite. The tub was filled to the brim with bubbles, so there was a little modesty, but when I handed her the glass, our fingers touched.

She let out a soft gasp, her pupils dilating and her cheeks going even pinker. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and my dick instantly hardened. I couldn't help it. She was gorgeous, and it was all for me. I inhaled deeper and groaned. How the fuck had I missed it?

"You're in heat again, aren't you? Dammit, Nayeli. You pushed yourself when you were already in your most vulnerable state?"

She frowned. "It only rose up again because you had to stick your tongue down my throat at the bar, so blame yourself."

My eyes narrowed. "And you didn't tell me because...?"

She sighed. "Because it wasn't an issue until this morning. I would have told you when you got home, but then there was the spell, and the fight...."

"Wait, back up, what spell?"

Nayeli took a deep breath. "I was working on the bond-breaking spell. Again. Oh, get that Alpha-asshole look off your face. I'm supposed to be breaking it, remember?"

"That's not the point."

Nayeli rolled her eyes. "Well, the point is that I tried to break the bond again, but it didn't work. Something, maybe my heat, made my magic fight me, and it was pointless. And if you'd been there to prevent the idiotic fight between your stubborn, moronic wolves—"

I held up a hand to stop her. "Fine...but make me a promise. Next time you're going to work with magic related to breaking the bond, can you at least tell me? I'm on the other side of the thing, after all."

"Yeah," she agreed, and her tone was sincere.

"Thank you. Now, drink your juice."

She grumbled something about not being a child, but she did as she was told, sinking into the warm water and sipping. Her eyes closed as she leaned back.

"Good," I murmured. "Just relax."

She let out a soft sound that could have been an agreement. I grabbed the washcloth, lathering it up before reaching under the water to run it over her leg.

"Scott!" She gasped, jerking away from my touch. "What are you doing?"

I grinned at her, unable to resist. "Taking care of you. You've had a rough day, so I'm going to help you relax."

I was also going to torture myself. She had no idea what she did to me, the effect she had on my body. Just the way her nipples pebbled under the soapy water had me rock hard.

"But—"

"Shh." I pressed the cloth against her thigh, stroking her skin. Her eyelids drooped. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

A shiver raced through her body. I moved the cloth up, skimming her inner thighs. Her legs fell open, and her lips parted.

"Good girl," I murmured. I hadn't planned on seducing her, not when she'd just exhausted herself so much, but her heat changed things entirely. If she was in heat, sex was exactly what she needed to feel better. I just had to get her to admit she needed it.

I took my time washing her, lathering up her full, luscious tits and teasing her nipples, loving the way she whimpered. Then I moved lower, cleaning her stomach, the dip of her waist, her hips. I had to hold her legs down to keep her still, and by the time I finished, she was trembling.

Trembling, but silent besides a few sighs of pleasure. "Nayeli," I rumbled, "Just say the word and I'll take care of your heat pain."

Her teeth sank into her lower lip. "No."

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