Page 22 of Alpha's Embrace
It was against protocol to touch a Sylph even gloved unless one was a doctor, nurse or caregiver. People were afraid of the pheromones produced by their skin. But they were the same ones that were in the air. So I wasn’t too worried. However, I should not have been so casual about the rules. What was wrong with me?
I took a step forward but both Alpha nurses blocked me.
“Sir, he can recover just fine in his room.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I’m taking him to the bathing room. Hot water will bring him round.” I hadn’t thought of it until I spoke. His body still shivered in my arms. I knew a bath would help and I wanted to care for him. His reaction to my ideas of change for his life were my fault.
When the nurses kept staring, I said, “Move.”
They stepped to the side. I watched them glance at each other, but they didn’t say another word. As I moved forward with Misha in my arms, I felt them staring at my back as I made my way down the corridor to the showers and bathing area.
My mind swirled. What was I doing? Why was I avoiding the protocols? I pushed those thoughts away. Instead, my more compassionate thoughts took precedence. Misha was a real person. Misha was not a normal Sylph. Misha was just like the rest of us, but had never been given the chance to prove it.
My dominant Alpha came to the forefront. Brash and bold. I’d never felt quite like this before. It was wonderful to feel so confident about my decisions. To be in charge and not have to face questions.
A guard stared at me as I walked by but he said nothing, and when I glared at him he glanced away.
The bathroom had light blue tile walls and several high windows that let in natural light. Two shower stalls stood to the left. Further in, another alcove opened up to more tile, and two large, white bathtubs.
Misha was moaning a little, coming to as I set him in one tub and turned on the water. Testing it, I balanced hot and cold until it was nice and warm, and plugged the drain.
Misha leaned back on the cold ceramic, moving his arms up a bit. His eyelids fluttered. The warm water flowed all about his hips and thighs. His bent knees parted revealing his beautiful body even more to me, inner thighs long and lean, skin looking soft as flower petals. Hip bones dented the edges of the muscled skin of his abdomen. Waves of muscles ran up to the curve of his ribs. The tight balls were lightly dusted with pale blond hair. And a rosy cock, ample, sweetly soft for now, had a pale pink tip peeking from the foreskin. It started to bob as the water level rose.
I couldn’t look away from him. He mesmerized me. Hypnotized me. My body responded to him as if he were an Omega and not a Sylph in a constant Burn. Thoughts filled my mind. Desires. Forbidden lusts. I wanted to touch him in more than a medicinal manner. I wanted to take him, the urge as strong as if he had a womb I could fill with my own seed to make a baby.
I never thought about babies. Never. But with Misha I irrationally wanted to mate him until he conceived. He wasn’t an Omega. He didn’t have a womb. What was I thinking?
His scent washed over me sweet as rain, as fields newly blooming, as a spring wind. My cock grew harder in my trousers. I could control this, I was convinced of it. But it felt so delicious. So natural.
Quickly, I sprinkled bath salts and bubble bath into the water surrounding him. Both would drench his scent for the moment, as well as hide his body from my unsteady gaze.
I had been professional in all my jobs my whole life. I wasn’t hyper-sexed. I knew dealing with Sylphs would be a job different from what I was used to, but I had no notion at the time I took the position as chief of staff that I’d ever meet a Sylph like Misha.
I thought they’d all be sick. I thought they’d all be children.
When Misha’s pale blue eyes opened, he jerked a bit, momentarily confused.
I rested my left hand on his shoulder. More ungloved touching. I knew better, but I couldn’t stop my instinctive responses to comfort a man who had done nothing wrong in his life except to be born neither Alpha nor Omega. The Burn he felt daily was not his fault.
“It’s all right. You fainted. And your temperature is down. The bath will help warm you.”
He blinked up at me. “You brought me here?”
“I did.” My answer seemed all wrong because it should have been a nurse attending him. Anyone but me.
I realized how strange it all was. My usual well-ordered thoughts had vanished. I couldn’t think. I still wasn’t thinking even now as I grabbed a cloth and soaped it, pressing it to his chest.
Misha put both hands on the sides of the tub and sat up straighter, the water and bubbles spreading over his abdomen and thighs and rising. He glanced about.
“No nurses? Just you?” His eyes seemed to bulge when he saw my bare hands.
I took a breath but didn’t answer as I smoothed the cloth over his chest and gently rubbed.
“Just me.”
“Geo. Thank you. That is a very generous gesture. But you don’t have to. I can bathe myself.”
Our eyes met. His lips curved into a gentle smile.
