CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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The soft hum of the water filled the shower stall, mingling with the rhythm of my heartbeat. Sofia reached up, her arm brushing against me as she grabbed the towel she’d hung over the arm of the showerhead earlier. The small touch sent a ripple of warmth over me, anticipation threading through my veins as I watched her.

Her movements were unhurried, almost ceremonial. She rubbed soap onto the towel, her fingers working the lather until the soft scent of fresh rain and pine trees filled the air. The scent of Demon’s soap was clean, crisp, and comforting. Knowing he and Sofia had used that same bar of soap did things to me and my omega that made me blush.

She placed the soap back in its nook before she turned her attention back to me. I held my breath, my chest tightening as she raised the towel to my skin. The first press of the damp fabric against my chest was feather-light, almost hesitant, like she was worried I might break under her touch.

But that was impossible because her touch was so gentle. I tensed, my shoulders locking as she began to move the towel over me in soft, circular motions. The muscles in my chest burned with the effort to stay still, the fear of ruining this moment thrumming beneath the surface. But then she looked up at me, her hazel eyes so warm that a guy like me could get lost in them.

She murmured, “It’s okay. You can relax. You’re safe.”

She was misreading my body’s reaction. Could she not smell my scent in the air? Or was she so focused on taking care of me that she didn’t notice anything else? I exhaled shakily, releasing the breath I’d been holding as she worked her way across my chest. I tried my best to relax as I watched her.

She was taking this so seriously. I knew I should do the same. But my hands were itching to touch her. I swallowed, pushing back my desire, and took this moment to study the beta before me. Sofia stood so close, her head barely reaching my collarbone, and yet she felt larger than life.

Her damp red hair clung to her neck and shoulders, strands framing her face in a way that made her look wild and untamed – like a sly fox. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips pressed together in concentration as she worked the towel over my chest. She wasn’t just washing me; she was studying me.

Her gaze flickered over my skin like she was memorizing every scar, every curve, every hard ridge of muscle. Her hands were so much smaller than mine, so delicate, and yet she wielded them like they carried all the power in the world. Those tiny hands had fought to protect me. How could I not give her my heart when she was so damn perfect?

For someone so petite, she filled the space with a presence that demanded attention. The way she moved was unhurried, confident, but not overbearing. She didn’t need to push, didn’t need to demand anything from me. She simply existed with a quiet authority that made me want to give her everything.

I held in my smile as she bit her lower lip, carefully cleaning me. She released a heavy sigh that drifted over my skin, making me tense up. Her scent shifted, becoming darker. Worry. That was what was wafting off her. Worry and anger. She was worried about me. And she was angry at the state my body was in.

I thought back to all the good people at the compound who’d seen my wounds and just looked away. They hadn’t felt anger or worry for me. They’d felt only fear. Fear that if they said something, did something to help, they’d end up just like me. Not my beautiful beta. She was muttering under her breath about skinning people alive as she cleaned me.

Normally, I abhorred violence. I’d hated Nathan and Natalie because of how violent they were. But I was learning there was a difference between unnecessary cruelty and vigilante justice. I could see my beta dishing out some of the latter. And I wanted to help. I wanted to be strong enough to fight alongside her.

This little beta was changing me, awakening me, shaping me into someone different, someone better, someone stronger. Each swipe of the towel felt like a balm, not just for my skin but for that broken part of me that thought it would never heal. Her touch was slow, deliberate—not in the calculated way I’d grown to fear, but in a way that spoke of care, of consideration.

My throat tightened as I felt the sharp edges of old memories being dulled with every pass of her hands. When her fingers brushed near the edge of the bandages wrapped around my ribs, I flinched, a reflex I couldn’t control. She paused, her eyes flicking up to mine.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Never,” I rasped. “I mean, no. Not at all.”

She nodded, her gaze softening as she continued, careful to avoid the bandaged areas. Her movements were unhurried, her touch light but firm enough to remind me I was real, that she was real, and that this moment wasn’t something I was imagining. However, the memories of my past were fighting to stay relevant, fighting to keep their control over me.

Each time her hands moved, something from my past tried to claw its way to the surface. When she wiped over my chest, Nathan’s boots crashing into me flashed in my mind. He’d kicked me in my chest so hard that I’d fallen through the closet door. And he hadn’t stopped there. He’d proceeded to stomp on me.

Those blows had left me coughing up blood, gasping for air. Her hand on my chest was erasing those memories, replacing them with images of this moment, of her caring for me. When she rubbed the towel over my rib, a memory of Natalie sinking her claws into me, snarling at me that she’d tear me apart rib for rib popped into my mind.

Sofia raised her free hand and ran her fingers over my side, caressing those old wounds, replacing those horrible memories with images of her touching me. Now I know why I’d failed so many times when I’d wanted to end it all. I’d failed because this was my future. I’d failed because, one day, I would be able to share this moment with her.

My heart went out to those who hadn’t failed. And there were many at the compound who’d succeeded where I hadn’t. They’d left this world feeling hopeless. I wish I could travel through time and help them see that there was hope out there. We just had to hold on a little longer.

If I could, I’d reach out to all those broken souls who needed to hear that. And there were many. I’d tell them to hold on just a little longer. I swallowed back tears as she continued to heal me, to bless me with her touch. I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes until the darkness behind my lids felt softer than usual, not the suffocating kind of dark that came with pain and punishment.

Usually, when I closed my eyes, I saw their snarling faces in the darkness. Even that was gone now. I wanted to laugh. To shout. To rejoice. But I just smiled. Smiled and enjoyed her touch. I let out a shaky breath, my omega purring louder now, thanking her for the healing she was giving us.

I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes, not yet. I wanted to stay in this moment, to let it seep into my bones and take root. I knew I wasn’t completely healed. I knew there would be bad days and good days. I knew things would trigger those unpleasant memories and send me spiraling. But now I had something I hadn’t had in the past: new memories to hold on to.

New memories that would act as armor – act as my shield as I fought my way to happiness one day at a time. Sofia’s hands continued to drift over my body, moving lower now. The towel scrubbed across my abdomen, moving even lower. My eyes popped open when I felt the towel against my thigh.

I stared down to find her squatting in front of me, cleaning my legs, her face unbearably close to my cock. My hard cock, which was jutting toward her. She leaned forward as she reached around my body to wipe the back of my thighs, her face pressing against the tip of my cock.

My breath hitched, my pupils dilating as a surge of heat coursed through me, pooling low in my belly. My body reacted instinctively and I truly had no control over what happened next. A quiet whimper slipped past my lips as the first faint trail of slick trickled from me, dripping down her face. Oh, no! Shame flashed over me. I wanted to run and hide.

Yet, all I could do was stand there frozen, unable to move. Unable to control my body that was leaking for her, onto her. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned in closer, rubbing her cheek against my cock. I swallowed and nearly choked on my spit when she spoke.

“Is that for me, Little Rabbit?” she whispered, voice husky with desire.

She didn’t sound mad at all. And that only made me leak more.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as my slick dripped down her face and neck. I even saw some of it trailing down her breasts. “You smell so good, Little Rabbit. But you haven’t answered my question. Is that for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Thank you,” she mumbled as my scent filled the tiny stall. “You smell good enough to lick, Little Rabbit.”

I heard the towel drop to the floor as she faced my cock. The tip of me trailed across her cheek as she moved and was now resting against her lips. It bounced against her mouth when she spoke.

“Demon fed me breakfast,” she told me, breath fanning over the tip of me with each word she uttered.

More slick leaked from me, coating her lips, making them glossy with my essence.

“But I suddenly find myself in the mood for a snack,” she continued. “Will you be my snack, Little Rabbit?”

My knees almost buckled. I reached out, gripping the wall for balance as her hands rubbed over my legs. She turned her face from left to right, glossing her lips with my slick. Her movements ignited sparks within me that I couldn’t contain. My omega didn’t want me to contain them. My cock throbbed, the air thickening as her scent spiked, mingling with mine in a way that made my omega purr.

“You’re perfect like this,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, the sound curling around me like smoke. Her hands rose higher, grazing my hips before sliding down to my thighs. She pressed a kiss to my cock that sent shivers rippling through me.

“Sofia,” I whimpered, my voice trembling.

I wanted to stop her, to tell her I wasn’t worthy of this, but I couldn’t form the words. My body betrayed me, trembling with need as more slick dripped from me, its scent growing thicker, richer, impossible to ignore.

“Say yes, and I’ll snack on you, beautiful omega. Or say no, and we can start drying off and get dressed. Tell me what you want, love. I won’t be mad either way. I want what you want.”

No pressure. No demands. No force. Just want. Damn it, I think I’m in fucking love.

“Taste me,” I whispered, needing her mouth on me, needing my cock in her throat so deep that she’d think of me every time she swallowed.

“Thank you,” she whispered before pressing another chaste kiss to my cock.

She lowered herself onto her knees before me, her hazel eyes locking onto mine as she leaned in. Her tongue darted out, tasting the trail of slick along my inner thigh. Her moan sent a jolt straight through me, my cock twitching in response.

“So sweet,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. “You taste perfect, Greek.”

I shuddered, my fists clenched against the wall as her mouth moved to the tip of my cock, her lips parting to take me in. Heat exploded through me, and I cried out, my body bowing toward her as she sucked me deep, her tongue swirling over my shaft. Every sound she made, every hum of approval as she savored me, made me feel cherished, wanted, safe.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she murmured, pulling back to kiss the slick-coated skin just above the base of my cock. “Let me take care of you, Little Rabbit.”

Her praise sent another wave of heat crashing through me, and I knew then I would give her anything she wanted. I would let her consume me, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of me, no fears, no doubts. Only her.

“You taste like heaven,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, the words curling around me like the steam rising from the shower. “So sweet. So perfect. So addictive.”

Her lips closed around the tip of my cock again, her tongue swirling against me in a rhythm that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, guiding me deeper into the warmth of her mouth. She sucked me slowly at first, her lips gliding over my length, teasing, tasting, tormenting.

Her tongue worked in tandem with her lips, tracing patterns that had my omega practically howling with pleasure. My moans filled the stall, raw and unrestrained, mingling with the sound of the water as I lost myself in the sensation of her mouth.

“Please...” I whimpered, though I didn’t know what I was begging for.

More? Softer? Harder? Her? Everything? She had taken control, and I was helpless against her. The only thing I could do was give her what she wanted. Me. My slick. My cum. Her lips left me with a wet pop , and I nearly sobbed at the loss. She leaned back slightly, her gaze never leaving mine as she licked her lips, slick and precum glistening on her chin.

“Grip my hair, omega,” she commanded, her tone husky and demanding, her words laced with a raw need that sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. “Grip my hair and fuck my throat.”

I froze, her words crashing over me like a wave, overwhelming and intoxicating. My omega surged forward, claiming her command, demanding I obey. My hand moved on its own, tangling in her wet hair, gripping it tightly but not harshly. Her smile widened, her lips parting in anticipation as she leaned forward again, taking me back into her mouth.

I groaned, my hips bucking forward, instinct taking over as I thrust into her mouth. Her lips sealed around my cock, her throat relaxing as she took me deeper, her hands clutching my thighs to steady herself. I whimpered as her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft, teasing and caressing as her throat tightened around me.

“Sofia,” I gasped, her name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. “You feel... so good. I can’t—”

Her moan vibrated against me, cutting off my words, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that had my hips snapping forward again. She gagged slightly, the sound sending a sinful thrill through me, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t pull back. She took me deeper, swallowing around me as if she craved every inch of me.

Her lips slid down to the base of my cock, her throat taking me in fully, and I cried out, my grip on her hair tightening. Slick and precum dripped from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and mixing with the water cascading over her skin. The sight was too much, too erotic, too perfect. I couldn’t hold back.

I thrust into her mouth again and again, her lips wrapping tightly around me, her tongue teasing and coaxing me to the edge. Her eyes remained locked on mine, filled with a raw, unbridled hunger that matched the ferocity of her movements.

Her moans only heightened my pleasure, the vibrations against my cock sending me spiraling further into bliss. My body trembled, every muscle taut as the pressure built inside me, threatening to snap. I could feel it – the release, the explosion, the inevitability of giving her everything I had.

“Sofia,” I choked out, my voice ragged and desperate. “I’m... I’m so close.”

She hummed in response, the sound urging me on, her throat working around me as she swallowed, taking me deeper still. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but give in to her completely. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and ripping a raw, savage cry from my throat.

“Sofiaaaaa.”

My cock throbbed in her mouth as I came, the hot spurts spilling down her throat as she continued to suck, her lips never faltering. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around me, milking me for everything I had. My hips jerked involuntarily, the aftershocks leaving me trembling as she continued to hold me, her lips still wrapped around me as I convulsed.

Finally, I sagged against the wall, my grip on her hair loosening as the last of my orgasm faded. She pulled back slowly, her lips sliding over my cock one final time before she released me. Her tongue darted out to catch the slick that clung to her lips, and she smiled up at me, her eyes bright with satisfaction.

“You taste better than I imagined, Little Rabbit,” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my thighs. “I’ll be dreaming about this for a long time.”

I stared down at her, breathless and wrecked, my omega purring contentedly. Sofia had claimed me in every way that mattered, and I knew I would never be the same. She had ruined me for any other woman, and I was more than okay with that. This Little Fox was the woman of my dreams.

And I never wanted to wake up.