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He smiled. “Ah, thank you, but this is for you.”
“Everything’s for me. I’ve noticed. I don’t know how to thank you.”
I sank deep into the tub and let all the soapy, cool freshness soak into me.
Lev brought bottles onto the ledge and I looked up at him in question.
“For your hair. May I wash it?”
I didn’t expect that from him. But it sounded amazing. I nodded.
His fingers massaged my scalp expertly. He rinsed it under a cool tap.
I chased soap flowers around as the bubbles popped. My heat didn’t pound me so much while I was in the water.
When I finally rose, Lev turned on the shower and led me in so I could rinse off. The water was cool and refreshing there. He attended to every detail including water temperature. I’d never been so pampered.
We both returned to the bed, which he’d made while I was in the shower. It had a fresh spread and colorful, plush towels on top. The pillows were scattered about, plumped and with all new pillowcases.
By the bedside were glasses of orange juice, a plate of fresh fruit and another plate of cheeses and meats.
I wasn’t hungry, but downed the orange juice in record time.
“My stomach doesn’t want food yet,” I said. “But you should eat.”
Lev shook his head. “I snacked when you weren’t looking. I’m fine.” He gestured toward the food. “This will keep for later.”
As soon as I lay back on the bed, naked and exposed, my heat surged again, causing me to tense. My cock hardened. My hole tickled with slick. My skin tingled all over as if candle wax was being dripped on it.
Lev remained naked. Looking at his body captured my full attention. His cock stood straight out from his body. I’d given it no attention, and very little to him. He deserved better than me.
I wanted him inside me this time. I wanted him to feel it as well. I needed to learn how to take a real cock, but I also wanted to share this with him and only him. I wanted to see him come.
Thinking about Lev coming turned me on even more. In heat, I didn’t think that was possible.
But if I took him inside me, he would knot. Didn’t all alphas knot during omega heats? I actually wasn’t sure. I hadn’t been with others during heats, until now, and I got all my higher sex education from porn. Which was rather pathetic.
Lev came to sit beside me on the bed. “You look stunning, still damp from the bath, your skin glowing, your hair slicked back.”
My eyebrows rose. No one had ever talked to me like that. Some alphas had called me cute and I wasn’t a stranger to getting hit on, but I hadn’t been in any relationships long enough for anyone to authentically compliment me or praise me. I loved it.
“How about the vibrator again? Or something else?”
Lev’s voice did incredible things to me, resonating internally like a combination caress and hug.
I blinked up at him. “You.”
“What?”
“I said you. I want you. I want to take your knot.”
His lips formed a straight line. His gaze toured my body as if assessing. Being exposed to him felt good now, natural.
“I don’t know if it’s wise for that yet.”
I decided to show my ignorance even more. “Do all alphas knot omegas during heats?”
His lips curved up. “Good question. Most people assume the answer is yes. But it doesn’t always happen. There are many factors that come into play. Compatibility, for one thing. If it’s good, alphas will knot their mates outside of heats, even daily. But it is true that most alphas feel the compulsion to knot during their mate’s heat. After it starts, it’s impossible to control. To fully keep it at bay, an alpha pulls out before he is finished coming.”
