Page 241 of Alpha Mates

My cheeks flood with colour. I try not to stare at myself or acknowledge the sudden revelation of how shamefully hard I am. Aiden ignores the proof of my arousal as his hands continue to trace every inch of my skin, purposefully brushing past my cock.

When I’m shivering against him, and panting so hard it’s fogging the reflection of my lips, he gives me a gentle push towards the open shower.

I step in but keep my eyes on him as he tugs his shirt overhead. He doesn’t take as much time or care stripping himself, each movement fluid but charged. My fingers find the shower’s knob, meaning to turn on the water, but I don’t manage to do anything other than stare at my mate.

He steps into the small shower with me, and I move forward to make space for him—but it feels like there isn’t any when his presence settles behind me. He pulls the curtain, caging us in together. Breath tickles the nape of my neck as he moves closer, and his skin teases mine.

Sensitive beyond measure, I nearly moan when his fingers settle over mine. He squeezes them as his lips drift over my ear, and then turns on the water. I gasp when it hits my skin, but even after the shock fades, my pulse refuses to slow with Aiden right behind me.

I’m falling apart. We haven’t done a thing, and somehow, we’ve done so much that I’m crumbling from the inside.

Aiden’s breath caresses my ear, and it’s dizzying. His hand reaches over my shoulder for the soap. I hear the lather, ears hyper-sensitive, but still flinch when his hands return, sliding across my stomach, spreading the suds there.

My body comes alive, heating beneath his touch as his deft fingers make their way up and down my body at a painfully slow pace. I try my best to stay still for him, but as I watch him touch me, feel him bring me back to life, I can’t help but sway to the motion of his touch.

Aiden steps in the moment I do, bringing his chest to my back, but I barely register the heat of his skin there when his cock presses against my ass. He’s hard, and his scent shifts—strong and budding—but he doesn’t acknowledge it, not beyond the quickness of his breaths.

He keeps lathering me, working the soap into every inch of my skin until my eyelids grow heavy. It doesn’t last long. I gasp when his fingers wrap around my cock. They envelop me, moving slowly, deliberately, as he strokes me.

Mind fogging, I lean back into his chest, and Aiden fills the space, resting his head on my shoulder and erasing any distance that remained between us. I whimper as he moves with me, his strokes syncing with the sweet kisses along my neck, each like a testament to his love.

His touch is like a dream, one that feels endless, and I wish it could be. But all too soon, he redirects his hands to another part of my body, and lets the water wash all his affections from my skin.

I crane my head to look at him while his hands remain on me, and when our eyes connect, my heart stops at the sight of those beautiful, dark irises speckled with gold.

You’re so beautiful.I ache to speak the words, but I don’t want to break this moment when everything feels so blissfully good. I just hope he hears them anyway, and that he believes them too.

Aiden leans in, his eyes searching my face before his lips brush gently over mine. Each teasing caress winds me tighter until I can’t take it anymore. I close my eyes and kiss my mate.

He inhales sharply, a low sound escaping him beneath the current of electricity that surges between us. For a moment, neither of us moves; thepleasure circles through us, through our bond, like little vibrations that run through every nerve in my body.

I groan as we break, letting our lips move as we rediscover each other. I missed this so much, missedhimso much.

I turn in his arms and press my hands to his chest as I greedily deepen the kiss. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer until my knees threaten to buckle. His tongue teases at the seam of my lips, and I open to him, moaning when his tongue slides inside.

When I finally break away, it’s only for air, but it evades me when I meet his gaze. It carries all the emotion I’m feeling, and makes my eyes fill.

I want him—forget the shower, forget being nervous. I wanthim in every way.

He sees the plea, feels it in our bond, and moves before I have to ask. He turns off the water and as he drags the shower curtain back, his lips find mine again. Hekissesme.

I whimper when he backs me against the wall, holding me there by my hips, his body flush against mine. The kiss … it’s drugging, near maddening, and I’m falling for him all over again.

Then he lifts me in his arms, and I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist, his moans matching mine as I delve my fingers into his hair.

Somehow, he carries me through the room without letting our lips part. When we reach the bed, he lays me down carefully before he presses himself on top me, sealing his mouth to mine once more.

I moan against him, pulling him in by his hair, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips to keep him here, right where he belongs.

Lust stokes the flames between us, warming our bodies until we’re almost clawing at each other, desperate. I don’t want to break apart, but I want him inside me.

I growl with frustration, and Aiden pulls back with a grunt just long enough to wet his fingers before his lips find mine again. When his hand slips between us, his touch brushes against my entrance, and I spread my legs open, welcoming him with an eager groan.

He pushes one finger inside, and I tense—but I force myself to breathe through the mild sting. It’s been a while since he’s opened me up, but my body remembers him, welcoming the intrusion as he works the finger deeper. He kisses me through it, focusing entirely on me.

I reach down, stroking him until my fingers are wet with his precum. He moans his pleasure before I work the slick fluid over his finger and aroundmy hole. Aiden moans as he slips the finger out, wetting it and another before he slides them both inside.

Panting against him, I shudder under the mix of pleasure and pain until the pressure against my prostate turns into pure pleasure. Aiden drives the digits deep inside of me, making me moan for him while he presses worshipping kisses along my jaw and down my neck. He takes his time with me, with my body, coaxing it to open and answer him until he’s worked three fingers inside of me, and I’m shaking with my need for him.