Chapter 6

Her shaking worsens with each passing second. The jiggling of her breasts proves too tantalizing, so I spread the fabric of her dress over her to hide the most tempting bits and grab the emergency stash of fluids from the box under the bench. I sling the bag over my shoulder before standing and kicking my discarded clothes and the empty bottles into a pile and heading toward the ladder.

The bottles clink together as I move her from a cradle hold to press her front against mine. I wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

"Hold on, little angel. It's a tight fit."

My cock jerks at my innuendo, but I ignore both it and her wet, silky pussy brushing against my abdomen and climb the first few rungs of the ladder before reaching above us and twisting the lever.

I swing the hatch upward and secure it to the wall so it stays open. With a few calculated rolls of my shoulders, I work my way through the hole and continue up the ladder until I reach the upper level. When I step onto the floor and pivot away from the ladder, my omega makes a surprised sound in the back of her throat. My shaft pounds in response, but I stride across the space and set her on the counter.

"Don't move," I warn before stomping back and locking the hatch.

A panel of glass on the left reveals the wet room. With the tiled floor already filled with water, the narrow bench glimmers under the surface. Dozens of showerheads line the ceiling, and although none are on, the sound of running water echoes through the chamber.

My omega leans over and twists the sink faucet handle. Her stunned expression as she watches crystal clear water splash into the basin fills me with pride.

"How?" she asks, more to herself than to me.

I push her knees apart and press my thighs to the edge of the counter, letting my cock bob against her stomach, but don't pull her close for fear of losing control again. As she continues to stare at the water, I place the sack on the counter and fish out another bottle of juice.

She jerks when I press the glass to her lips, but dutifully swallows when I cup the back of her head and tip the drink into her mouth.

Her pallor lifts and her cheeks flush pink.

The need to see her in all her naked, ethereal beauty, without blood, guts, and jizz obscuring the paleness of her flesh, pulls a snarl from me. I yank her close and snatch the bag off the counter before sliding open the glass door and stepping down into the bath. After setting the drinks on the ledge, I shut the glass and pin her against the wall beside the shower controls.

I shield her with my body as I adjust the water temperature. When steam fogs the glass and the surface of the bath warms to match the showers, I turn and lower us both onto the bench.

Filth swirls around our hips before the current pulls it toward the grate underneath the shower control panel. I stroke her hair away from her brow and enjoy the slow progression of my seed as it slips down her face, neck, and shoulders. The torn straps of her dress hang over her breasts and the fabric clings to her curves, defying gravity.

Her pink nipples show through the thin material.

I distract my hands by reaching for the liquid soap. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she sneaks one last taste of my seed from her lips before it slips away, but when I squirt a dollop of fragrant soap onto my palm, her nostrils flare and she releases her lip.

Her dainty fingers cling to my shoulders as I shift her out of the direct spray of water and scrub the shampoo over her scalp. I tilt my hips, grinding the underside of my shaft against her soft stomach, and purr in delight as she gives herself to my care. Every hair follicle receives the utmost attention as I draw designs over her head, enjoying the growing suds and slippery glide of my fingers through her locks.

When white froth runs down her brow, I lean forward and support her head in one hand while slicking the water away from her face as the shower rinses her hair.

Pure white from the roots, her hair nearly blinds me in the bright lights.

She must truly be an angel.

I dragged her into hell, fucked her throat, and rutted her on the floor, but I'm nowhere near done overseeing her ruination. She's got so much further to fall.

With her hair rinsed, I pull her front flush against mine and rub her nipples against my chest through the fabric. Her wanton moan shoves me toward mania, but I need her completely bare and washed of all traces of others.

She'll be mine and only mine.

"Close your eyes," I growl through gritted teeth.

With the tip of my cock protruding from the water, the scent of my seed overrides the floral soap, giving away my desperation.

She closes her eyes. Her obedience tests me in ways I never thought possible. I swallow and grab the soap off the ledge.

After rolling the bar in my hand enough to lather my digits, I set it on the ledge and run my fingers over her face. Careful to avoid her eyes, I wash her features in a half daze, unwilling to break free of her spell, until thick trails of soap run down her throat. I lean her into the spray and rinse her face, paying special attention to her lashes, until not a trace of grime remains above her neck.

Lust pulses down my spine.

Her shift slips off her right breast.

I groan and palm her left breast, torturing us both by holding the fabric in place and kneading her with my fingers. She arches her back, rubbing her nipple against my hand and grinding her pussy against the underside of my shaft.

"Please, alpha," she whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear her over the rushing water.

I snarl and push her off my lap before bending down and yanking her head closer until her ear lines up with my lips.

"The next time I sink my cock into you, my knot will follow. You'll be locked on my dick for days and leak my seed for weeks. Don't test me, angel, or we'll both drown in this bath."

On her knees with her nipples teasing the surface of the water, she's the most splendid creature I've ever seen, but when she aims wide, lustful eyes up at me, I look away.

She tempts me too much. My alpha beast lurks a hairsbreadth beyond my control, ready to burst free and fuck her into the afterlife.

I uncap a bottle of water, grab her arm, and tug her onto the bench beside me, careful to put an inch between our hips so I don't snap. When she clutches her hands in her lap, I fist her hair and ensure she drinks the entire bottle before releasing her.

I snatch the bar of soap off the ledge, pry her fingers apart, cup her hand in mine, and drop the soap onto her upturned palm.

"Finish washing yourself while I watch," I demand.

She stares at the soap for a prolonged moment, and I wonder if she's testing me, but when she lifts her gaze, I find no trace of guile.

"I've never…" she stalls and darts her eyes around the shower, obviously at a loss for words.

"You've never teased an alpha before? Good. I want to take all your firsts."

"No, I've never showered before. Or had soap. It was always just a bucket of rusty water and a sponge."

Time stands still as she shows me her uncertainty. The vulnerability shining from her eyes clamps a fist around my heart and squeezes until I can't breathe.

The gift she gives me awakens bittersweet emotions within my alpha soul. I long to pamper and spoil her. To rut and knot her. To breed and build a loving, supportive family with her.

To tie our hearts and secure our futures together.

I growl and pull her to me by her throat. Water splashes up my torso as I stop centimeters before her breasts collide with my front.

"This is all yours now, Coral. We can visit anytime. You can shower whenever you please, with only one rule," I promise.

Her breath hitches and she swallows. The delicate column of her throat shifts in my grasp.

"What's the rule?" she asks in a breathy voice.

I skim my nose down her temple and whisper in her ear.

"I get to watch, touch, and take whenever Iplease."

Her eyes glaze and she bobbles her head in mindless agreement as a cramp tightens her midsection.

"Fuck, baby, you're being such a good girl. I want to knot you right here," I moan before licking the shell of her ear and sitting back. "But you owe me a show. Lather up, little angel, so I can cover you in my seed again."

Sorrow flashes across her features, but fear chases it away as she glances down at my jutting cock. With my knot mostly inflated, my veins pulse along my shaft and my tip darkens to an angry red.

She stumbles back and slips, but I catch her elbow and guide her to stand between two showerheads, so the least amount of water rains down on her.

When I sit back and brace my arms along the ledge behind me, desire smolders in the thin ring of grey around her pupils.

She shifts her gaze to the bar of soap in her hand and studies it for a moment before trying to roll it between her fingers, but her digits are too short and it slips free. With an embarrassed flush, she drops to her knees and captures the bar before it sinks to the tiles.

Her innocence pierces my heart and drains the pus festering within. I'll never spend a night alone again.

I have this sweet little angel to keep me company.

Forever.