Page 16 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
Aiden gives me a tense look. He opens his mouth and I know exactly what he’s going to ask so I cut him off. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Aiden’s mouth snaps shut. He narrows his eyes but snorts with amusement.
“Okay,” he breathes out. “Yes, that sounds good.”
“Come on,” I say, taking his hand and pulling him off the bed. I turn the shower on and get both of us inside, letting the hot water wash over our bodies.
I know we just fucked nasty less than an hour earlier but seeing him naked like this is something else. There’s no foggy pheromones coursing through us, there’s no overwhelming need. Now it’s just me and Aiden, seeing each other clearly for the first time. There’s an intimacy to this that we didn’t achieve while fucking.
I feel almost shy as I grab Aiden’s shampoo, squirting it into my hand and using it on his hair. This feels different. Better.Special.
Aiden rumbles happily but this time, the sound doesn’t make me squirm, instead it makes me warm all over. I rub the shampoo in until it’s all bubbly. Then I move his hair until it’s sticking up in a mohawk. We both giggle before he’s turning around and letting the shampoo run down the drain.
“My turn,” he says softly, his voice just barely audible over the sound of the running water. I turn my back to him, allowing him to wash my hair. It feels wonderful and I close my eyes, sinking into the feeling.
Once our hair is washed, I pick up the soap. I squirt it into my hand and start washing Aiden’s body. Now I can really appreciate him. He’s hot as fuck but now that there’s no heat coursing through me, I can see his beautiful imperfections. He has a scar over his right nipple and a few beauty marks across his shoulders. He’s covered in marks I left on his skin and that only adds to his beauty.
I let my fingers run down the center of his stomach, tugging on the brown pubes above his cock just to make both of us giggle.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say softly.
“Tug on someone’s pubes?”
A startled chuckle leaves my lips without my permission. “No, asshole,” I say between giggles. “Showered with someone. Taken care of someone like this.” I look up into his eyes. “I like it. And I like that it’s you.”
Aiden gives me a soft look before he’s cupping my face in his big hands. He leans down and kisses me. Most of our kisses so far have been heated, lust filled presses of lips. This one is completely different. It’s tentative and soft. It’s filled with emotion. It’s absolutely perfect.
“I’m glad too. I don’t know what this is,” Aiden confesses softly. “But it feels big. Can you feel it too?”
“Yeah,” I say right away. “This feels like the start of something.”
Aiden smiles into the next kiss. He grabs the soap and lathers it up between his hands before washing my body. He takes extra care to wash the bite marks he’s left behind. I feel so cared for.
When I saw Aiden for the first time, all I could think about was quick fun but he’s proven to be so much more than that in such a short amount of time. This might be the first time I’m happy to be proven wrong.
His hands move over my body and we both grow hard from the attention. Our arousal is different this time. A soft simmer, like warm coals instead of a raging fire. As his hands skim over my pubes, I nod up at him, giving him the okay. He takes a step closer so he can wrap his hand around the both of us. Our lips come together as Aiden gently brings us over the edge.
“How are you feeling?”
Aiden looks between my eyes, giving me a soft smile. “Good. Really, really good.”
“I’m glad. We should get some water and then try to get a little sleep before your next wave hits.”
He leans down and kisses my cheek. “It’s been a long time since someone has taken care of me,” he whispers. “Thank you, Brock.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I tell him and I know without a doubt, I’m telling the truth. Caring for Aiden is soothing something inside my chest. I feel lucky to see this side of him. I feel like I could do this every day.
Jesus, I’m feeling so many things. Too many things.
I do my best to put a lid on those things and just enjoy the rest of the night plastered to Aiden’s side.
7
Aiden
A second wave of rut never comes.
In the morning, I get out of bed, careful not to jostle Brock too much as I go. I stretch my arms over my head, feeling better than I have in a long time. I look down where Brock is sleeping, smiling to myself.
