Page 56 of Rescued By My Reluctant Alphas
“Tell me what you need.”
“More. Touch me more. Everywhere.”
I turned her to face me, and the look in her dark amber eyes was pure need. Heat and desire and trust all tangled together. She was giving me permission, offering herself, choosing to be vulnerable.
“Everywhere?” I asked, my voice dropping lower.
“Everywhere.”
My soapy hands moved to her breasts, cupping the weight of them, thumbs brushing over nipples that were already tight with arousal. She arched into my touch with a soft moan that made my alpha growl with satisfaction.
“Good?” I asked.
“So good. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop. I explored her body with careful attention, learning what made her gasp, what made her arch, what made her moan my name. The water cascaded over both of us while I proved with touch that she was wanted, desired, perfect exactly as she was.
When my hand drifted between her thighs, she spread her legs slightly, giving me access. Giving me permission.
“May I?” I asked, fingers hovering.
“Yes. Please. God, please, Beau.”
I touched her carefully, finding her slick and ready, her body responding to the heat and to our connection. She was burning up from the inside, biology demanding satisfaction, and I was going to give her exactly what she needed.
“You’re so wet,” I murmured against her ear, my fingers exploring gently. “So ready. Is this from the heat or from wanting me?”
“Both,” she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance. “Both. I want you so much it scares me.”
“Don’t be scared.” I found the bundle of nerves that made her cry out, circling it with gentle pressure. “I’ve got you. Just let yourself feel.”
I worked her carefully, building her pleasure with deliberate attention. Watching her face, reading her reactions, adjusting my touch based on what made her respond. This wasn’t about my pleasure. This was about proving to her that heat with a pack was different. That being cared for, being touched with genuine concern for her satisfaction, was what she deserved.
“That’s it,” I encouraged as she started to climb toward release. “Let go, Sable. Let me make you feel good.”
“I can’t... it’s too much...”
“You can. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”
Her orgasm hit her hard, making her cry out and sag against me. I held her steady, supporting her weight, working her through the waves of pleasure until she was trembling and gasping in my arms.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, pressing kisses to her wet hair. “That was beautiful.”
“I’ve never...” she gasped against my chest. “It’s never felt like that before.”
“That’s because you’ve never had someone actually focused on your pleasure.” I reached past her to shut off the water. “Come on. Let’s get you dried off and back to the nest.”
I wrapped her in a towel and dried her carefully, then found Dane’s shirt and helped her back into it. She was still trembling slightly, but the edge of desperation had eased. The wave had passed, at least for now.
“Thank you,” she said quietly as we walked back to the bedroom.
“For what?”
“For making that feel like care instead of obligation. For seeing me at my most vulnerable and not running.”
“I’m not running,” I promised. “Not now, not ever.”
When we reached the bedroom, Silas was waiting by the door and Dane was standing near the window. They both looked at me, questions in their eyes.
