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“I do.”
“How about picking out your clothes and helping you into them? Brushing your hair? Giving you a shower or bath before bed?” He quirks an eyebrow like he’s expecting me to draw an imaginary line somewhere, but he hasn’t even gotten close to the point where I would feel stifled. “Shaving or waxing you? Brushing your teeth? Reminders about taking medications or visiting the bathroom before bed?”
I pull a wet hand to my chest and fake a gasp. “You want to take care of me? Do you want me to pretend to be horrified? Should I put up a fight just for good measure?” My hands come to rest on the tops of his shoulders, and I get a little brazen, dragging my pussy over his pelvis rather than floating over it.“All of that sounds like things I would enjoy. I don’t want to lose all autonomy, but I know how to find my voice when I need it. And more importantly, I trust you, Grim.”
I tease my hand over his shoulder, up his neck, and cradle the back of his head. I don’t even know why I do it, but I know I love it when they do the same to me.
His eyes sparkle, and I slam my mouth to his.
Grim loves to get his teeth involved when he’s kissing me, which sounds weird, but I shiver as he rakes them over my lower lip. His hand tightens on my hip, his fingers digging into my ass, and I ache so badly to make him mine. The bond gives a certain level of assurance, but I want to take our relationship to the next level.
The kiss goes on and on, ratcheting my need for him even higher. His shaft thickens under me, and I whimper against his lips.
I’m just about to beg for us to get out of the tub when Grim pulls back, pecking a final kiss on my lips.
“All right, little one,” he rumbles. “Flip over for me. I want your back to my chest.”
Everything in me wants to grumble, but the dominance in his tone sends my body into motion. Water splashes around both of us, and his hard shaft gets trapped between my ass and his pelvis.
“That’s my good girl,” Grim coos, kissing the side of my head. “It makes me really happy when you obey without question. Now, let me spend a while scrubbing you down. That will please me greatly.”
Dammit.
The wordobeyslipping from his lips does crazy shit to the part of my brain that is distinctly omega.
It’s just part of life.
My instincts are coded to want to please a potent alpha. That way, said alpha will protect and provide for me.
My tits float half in and half out of the water, and my nipples tighten almost painfully at his words. Buzzing excitement flickers under my skin as Grim stretches a hand over to gather some body wash.
The scents of peaches and vanilla fill the air as he brings his hands in front of my chest, rubbing them together. I’ve never been very patient, and the longer he makes me wait before he touches me, the greater my anticipation grows.
Being able to feel his hard length bumping around my ass doesn’t help anything.
I just want to get to the good stuff.
Grim doesn’t keep me waiting long, and I squirm against his chest as he cups my breasts in his soapy hands. His thumbs tease over my nipples, and my pussy throbs.
“What if I just relocated your cock to inside me?” I ask, trying to negotiate. “Then you could take your time teasing me as much as you’d like…”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Grim
An unexpected bark of laughter spills from my lips. Goddamn. She’s really fucking cute.
I’d almost be disappointed if she didn’t try to negotiate. It fills my chest with pride that she feels comfortable enough to test boundaries.
In the long run, I’ll probably be shit at telling her no. Every fiber of my being wants to give her everything her spoiled little heart desires. At the same time, I’m not slipping inside her for the first time in the bathtub.
“You’re not boiling yet,” I murmur, soaking up every second that I get to tease her soft skin. “Let me spoil you for a bit, and if you behave, I promise to reward your good behavior.”
Lacey huffs, grinding her pussy over my knot. I’m just realizing we might have different definitions ofspoiling. I’m equally as desperate to finally take that next step, but I also enjoy savoring the ache that comes with waiting. More than anything, I derive pleasure from seeing her enjoying herself.
She writhes against my chest as I tease a hand lower, dipping into the water and following the curve of her stomach. I continue down, brushing over her hip bone and working my way to her thigh.
The little gasps she releases make me grin. She’s everything I didn’t know was missing from my life.
