Chapter 29

My stomach teeters with butterflies as Ranger backs me into the warm spray of the shower to rinse the conditioner from my hair. He's so tall that his shaft brushes my stomach as he cradles my lower back in one massive hand and the other at the base of my skull.

"Are you having any symptoms that you overlooked but would point to pregnancy?" His aqua-blue eyes stare at my face as my eyes pop open.

My head shakes in his hold.

It's a little surreal how safe and protected I feel with his hand laced through my hair as it cradles my skull. "It's hard to tell. I was nauseated most of the time they had me, but I thought that was stress and the lack of food." I glance down at my boobs. "They might be a little sore."

"Is that right?"

I nod, licking my lips as I study the water dripping off his brown curls. "Is it an actual possibility that my system has been trying to trap you into bonding me because we're compatible?"

"It's not something you've consciously done. Pregnant omegas crave alpha semen and pheromones. I don't know why. Without overhearing Bishop and Cooper discussing Vale, I wouldn't have known myself." He releases my skull to grab a pump of body wash. "May I move on to washing your skin?"

I break out into a silly smile that I can't hold back.

Either he's an excellent actor—which I don't believe for a second—or he's just as enamored with me as I am with him.

My hands land on his waist, giving him a gentle shove as I move around him. It puts him in the spray of water that I've mostly been hogging. He complies, and once he's directly in front of the bench, I give him another helpful push.

"Have a seat for me. I'd like to scrub you for a change," I say, getting my own pump of body wash.

He settles on the seat, holding my hips. "I've never felt such excitement about each new endeavor."

My knees land on either side of his as my core brushes his hard cock. It ends up trapped between us, stuck to his slick stomach, and my lower lips tease over his already swollen knot.

"You know exactly how to make me feel amazing. I hope I can return the favor," I tell him as I soap his shoulders.

Ranger grabs the shower wand, flicking it on. "You do, and I'm already clean." He sprays off his soapy hands before doing the same for his shoulders and then down my front and back.

He's so incredibly hard as I mindlessly grind against the bottom of his cock. I'm so focused on staring between us that I miss him dropping the wand back in the holder.

He buries his fingers in my hair at the base of my skull, tilting my head up.

"Can we negotiate again for the previously mentioned shower sex?" His lips ghost over mine, and my nipples throb as my breasts get tighter and, strangely enough, feel heavier.

Using my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, I rise on my knees to kiss him.

The water should mute his scent, but my senses are always hyperfocused on his electric smell.

My pheromones flood the air as he nips my lower lip, swirling his tongue around the slight sting. His knot provides pressure on my entrance as I grind against his shaft, seeking pressure for my clit.

Working a hand between us, I pull his shaft away from his pelvis and guide it toward my opening. The stretch is unreal, and I'm not sure my body was fully ready to accommodate him, but he growls against my lips. It sends a shiver down my spine, and slick drips around his shaft.

"There's nothing in the world that could possibly compare to the feeling of you stretching around me," he snarls, using the floor to buck up inside me.

I nod as my face falls to rest against his chest. The whole keeping my head up thing is too hard when he's absolutely destroying me in the best way possible.

I swear I can feel every ridge and vein as he slams inside me like he's not afraid to break me.

"I ache to trap you so you can't escape, or possibly to consume you whole," he growls. "Does my obsession frighten you?"

My head shakes.

If anything, it makes my insides light up, knowing how badly he wants me. I might be playing a dangerous game, but my heart says he would never truly hurt me.

My hand slides down my middle, teasing my clit as his crown brushes my G-spot.

"Holy fuck," I sob as my nails dig into his shoulder. The fingers of my other hand bounce between my clit and feeling the inches of his shaft that he hasn't yet forced inside me. "Ranger…"

I never really thought there was such a thing as too much cock, but I want his knot, and to get that, I have to take all of his impressive length.

"I love hearing you moan my name." He forces himself deeper, making my insides ache in some combination of pleasure and pain. "But I'm even more fond of being able to call you my wife."

"I thought you were going to wait for the marriage license?—"

"That was before Locke arrived."

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before my inner walls convulse.

"Are you going to come all over my cock?" he growls, using his hand in my hair to pull my head back enough to see my face.

"Mm-hmm," I moan as my nipples tighten and electricity courses through my entire body.

"Ahh, you're already there. I wondered." He continues to buck up into me with a look of satisfaction on his handsome face. "I was going to try to hold out for what I want to try next, but once again, that's not possible."

I have no idea why that tickles me so much, but it really does. I love knowing that I affect him as deeply as he does me.

My fingers slide around his shoulder as my body jolts and trembles through my orgasm.

"It feels even more monumental when we're able to finish at the same time," he growls.

I'm just starting to come back to reality when his cock swells and jumps inside me.

His muscles bulge as his head falls back against the shower wall. "Fuck, that's intense. Every. Single. Time." He's still coming, if his jolting shaft is any indication.

I get my shit together, bouncing on my knees. When he's so deep it feels like he's rearranging my insides, I start to grind, swiveling my hips and milking his cock.

Ranger's chest heaves as his eyes pop open. "I enjoyed that very much." He releases my hair to wrap his arm around my lower back.

I hold on for dear life as he stands, flips the shower off, and walks out the glass cutout. He doesn't stop until he reaches the bathroom counter. The mirror is slightly foggy, but it's such a spacious room that it's not completely hazy.

He supports my ass but pulls my leg from his backside before swapping arms and doing the same.

He lifts me off his cock and groans when he catches sight of his slick shaft. "Are your legs wobbly?"

If any other man asked me that, I'd think he was being conceited.

"No, I'll manage," I assure him, excited for whatever comes next.

He places me on my feet, spinning me around and sliding his hands down my arms. I catch sight of him curled around me in the mirror and bite my lip. It's the combination of that strong, stubbled jaw and those impeccable cheekbones that make my brain a little melty.

"I'd like it if you would keep them here." He pats my hands before moving to cup my tits. His thumbs flick over my nipples, then he pulls my hips back and runs his palms over my ass. "A few years ago, a friend told me a story about his grandparents."

I frown, exceptionally confused about what's happening, but he cradles my stomach with one hand while guiding his crown to my opening with the other.

"I dismissed his ranting as delusion," he growls, slamming deep. My head falls forward as I rise on my tiptoes to try to escape the ridiculous ache. Ranger stills his thrusts, moving the hand on my stomach down to work my clit. "At least, until I met you. When I did, I knew what he was saying was true. You smell electric to me—which isn't even a scent I knew existed until I smelled you." He groans, tugging his cock out until only the tip stays inside me, before viciously thrusting deep all over again. "It may be an old wives' tale, but that scent is supposedly reserved for soul matches. Logically, that would be one step above a scent match, and I found you."

My fingers dig into the counter as I tilt my head to watch his face in the mirror. "You smell like that to me too."

"Good," he growls as his balls slap against my skin. "I've spent a lot of years convinced I'd have to put myself down once the mental decay of going feral set in. I thought it would be the right call, but reality has once again taught me that I'm not an honorable man." He brings his hand from my hip to pull my hair to the side. He catches me watching and smirks. My core leaks slick around his length. He tangles my hair in his fingers and curls around my back, staring at me in the mirror. "I love the way your tits sway and bounce with each different type of rut I give into you."

My eyes fall shut as I moan, trying to focus on the building pleasure in my core.

"No," he growls, tugging my hair. "Look at me!" His bark rolls through my body, forcing my eyes open. His head tilts animalistically. "That's my good girl."

Holy shit.

Ranger is a quick study.

He pulls out and on the next thrust, his knot wedges inside my entrance. It's not even fully in place, but he grunts and shoves himself deeper. His pelvis hits my ass, and my neck is still arched from him holding my hair so tightly.

It's those long arms of his. Without them, I don't think he'd be able to own me so completely.

My vision gets hazy at the feeling of his knot swelling as it locks us together.

Ranger continues with a few grinding ruts that only amp up the intensity of the moment. Hell, maybe I'm high on his pheromones, but I swear I've never felt so blissed out.

"As I was saying," he growls. "I'm far from righteous, and this is the only warning you'll get." His warm breath fans over my neck as he pulls my head farther to the side. "If you decline my bite, I'll murder every single man who looks in your direction." His teeth strike my throat several inches from my shoulder.

Pain flickers for an instant before a ridiculously loud moan echoes around the bathroom.

Yep, that was me.

My entire body pulses with warmth, and Ranger's scent floods the bond.

Holy shit.

If there was an instant to decide to deny that connection, then I missed it.

Not that I would have.

Maybe my soul approved it for me.

He's kind of a manipulative dick at times, but if I was being honest with myself, I'd admit I would probably murder any woman he romantically looked at too.

He strums my clit, licking over his bite.

Satisfaction is the first emotion I'm hit with.

Utter and complete smugness from my psychopath of an alpha.

His cock swells as his knot pulses, and I shove my hips back, bouncing on my knees as I chase my pleasure.

Bliss floods through my system, and I can't tell if it's a wave of heat or just the most satisfying orgasm I've ever had. He growls as his shaft jumps inside me, extending my euphoria with every hot jet of his cum that he buries inside me.

My hands slide around the counter as my eyes pop open.

I'm not sure when I closed them, but Ranger stares at my face as he laps at his bondmark. He releases my hair as my shoulders tremble. He moves his hand to my sternum and pulls me up until I'm mostly upright, but just a little bent forward to accommodate his cock.

"Good choice, wife," he moans, the sound causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin.

"Joke's on you, husband," I choke out, struggling to catch my breath. "That just means you're stuck with me too."

I wink.

Ranger chuckles as his forearm tightens around my middle. "I'm not sure that was the threat you meant it to be." He moves to flick his tongue over his bite once more.

I laugh, smiling like a total weirdo. "Oh, you just wait and see."

"I do love a good challenge."