Page 61 of Laced With Secrets

“What?”

“If anything ever feels wrong—if I go too far, if you don’t like something—you tell me immediately. Just say ‘stop’ and everything stops.”

I nodded. “I promise. But… I trust you.”

“I know.” he confirmed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Which is why we communicate. Always.”

I shifted in the water, suddenly very aware of his body against mine, the way the bath had made everything slick and warm. My hands slid up his chest as I moved to straddle his lap, water sloshing dangerously close to the tub’s edge.

“Leo?” Dominic’s voice dropped, his hands automatically coming to steady my hips. “What are you?—”

“I need you again,” I whispered, settling my weight on his thighs. His cock was already half-hard between us, responding to my proximity. “Please.”

“We just—” But his protest died as I rolled my hips, grinding against him. His head fell back against the tub’s edge with a groan. “Christ, you’re insatiable.”

“Blame the pregnancy hormones.” I leaned forward to bite his throat, gentle and teasing. “And the bond. And you, for being perfect.”

“I’m not—” Another gasp as I bit the shell of his ear. “—perfect.”

“You are to me.” I pulled back to look at him, taking in his flushed face, the marks I’d left on his skin, the way his pupils had blown dark with renewed arousal. “Now are you going to help me, or do I have to do all the work myself?”

Dominic’s laugh was rough, but his hands guided me into position, one sliding between us to prepare me even though I was still loose and slick from earlier.

“Greedy omega,” he murmured, but there was so much affection in his voice. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me,” I said without thinking, then froze as the words registered.

We both went still, the water settling around us. Through our bond, I felt something surge—too big to name, too intense to examine.

Too frightening to confront at this moment.

“Leo—”

“Don’t,” I said quickly, pressing my fingers to his lips. “Don’t say anything yet. I’m not… I can’t…”

I can’t hear it without saying it back, and I’m not ready. Even worse, I couldn’t bear hearing our connection was nothing more than the primal link of our bond.

Understanding flickered in his eyes. His hand came up to cover mine, pressing a kiss to my fingertips. “Okay,” he said simply. “Later.”

“Later,” I agreed, the promise settling warm between us.

Then I sank down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the slick, perfect slide. This was different from the intensity on the worktable—slower, more deliberate, face-to-face with nothing hidden.

“You feel so good,” Dominic breathed, his hands guiding my hips as I set a rhythm. “So fucking perfect.”

I rode him slowly, savoring every sensation—the stretch, the fullness, the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside me with each roll of my hips. Water splashed over the tub’s edge with each movement, but neither of us cared.

Dominic’s hands were everywhere—sliding up my sides, thumbing my nipples, splaying over my small baby bump with possessive tenderness. His eyes never left mine, that silver gaze dark with something I wasn’t ready to name but felt humming through our bond anyway.

“Mine,” I whispered, leaning down to bite his shoulder again as my rhythm increased. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” Dominic agreed, his voice strained. “Always yours, baby.”

The pleasure built slowly this time, a gradual crescendo rather than an explosive peak. When I finally came, it was with Dominic’s name on my lips and his hands holding me close, my teeth buried in his shoulder.

Dominic followed moments later, his release spilling hot inside me as his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Perfect,” he groaned against my neck. “My perfect omega.”

We stayed like that for long moments after, just breathing together and shivering in the cooling water. Eventually Dominic shifted, carefully lifting me off him.