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She finishes and I help her up, taking the soap and cloth from her.
“I want you just as dirty as when you stepped in here,” I murmur, dropping them back on the soap dish.
Her breath hitches.
Her adoring blue eyes gaze up at me. If I hadn’t already fallen like a boulder off a cliff top, I’d be in a landslide right now.
“You are so beautiful.”
She smiles. “You are fucking hot.”
I snort. “I love that you just say what’s on your mind. It’s an admirable trait and honestly, not one you come across very often.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve never been this open with anyone else before. Not even my brother. I’ve always been the good little omega. Ready to please with a smile and no words.”
“You don’t have to be that way anymore,” I say quietly, slipping my hand into her wet hair.
“I know. I feel so comfortable with all of you.”
“I’m glad, because you deserve to shine, kitty.”
She tilts her head back and I kiss her, pressing my mouth to hers. My cock stirs against her stomach when she steps closer to me.
Drawing back, I wipe the shower water from her face. “When your heat is over, I want to do things to you that I need your consent for.”
Her lips part and she lets out a soft breath. “What kind of things?”
“Dirty things,” I reply with a wicked smile.
“Mm, and will you tell me how wonderful I am when I’m doing these dirty things?”
“You like that, kitty?”
“It’s amazing.”
“You are wonderful with or without the dirty things, but yes. I will praise you until just my words send an orgasm crashing down over you. I want to see your clit throbbing as I tell you how proud I am of you for being a filthy slut.”
“Fuck,” she rasps. “If you’re ready, I need you to take me now.”
Without words, I pick her up, my hands on her arse. She wraps her legs around me and I press her against the cool tiles. My cock is aching with the need to knot inside her. She reaches for me and guides me inside her slippery wet pussy.
I groan as I feel her slick coating my cock. Nothing has ever come close to this. The feelings she invokes in me are unfamiliar, but completely wanted. I crave her touch, her kisses, her pussy clenching around my cock tightly enough to make me emit a groan of driven arousal that heightens when she responds to it with a soft purr. It makes the alpha inside me want to protect her and kill for her. Iwillkill for her if I ever get my hands on the arsehole stepdad. It makes me want todiefor her if it means keeping her safe and protected.
“I love you, Faith,” I murmur. “Don’t say anything until you can tell me the same in no uncertain terms.”
“It’s not fair,” she pouts. “You all had a bit of a head start on me.”
My eyes are riveted to that rosy, red lip stuck out in a cute sulk. I lean forward and bite it gently, tugging until she gasps.
I reach up and pinch her nipples, wedging her between my body and the shower wall. “Come for me, kitty. Show me what this pussy can do.”
She moans and closes her eyes. I twist her nipples, slightly harder than I know she will be comfortable with. Her squeal at the bite of pain, thrills me and I twist just a tiny bit harder and then I let her go. Her breath is coming in short, sharp pants. She is close to coming undone. Placing my thumb on her clit, I rotate it slowly and she shivers in my arms, then I feel her pussy grip my cock possessively. I ram into her as deep as I’ll fit.
“Fuck, Faith,” I grunt and spurt my cum inside her as the knot bulges at the base of my dick, locking us together in an intimate embrace that I never want to end.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Faith
