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Kane

O nce we get home, I decide to give Mia a bath. Mia fidgets nervously in the bathroom, her eyes darting everywhere but at me. The honey-sweet scent of her fills the small space, making my cock twitch with need.

She’s mine. She’s my omega, whether she understands that yet or not. And right now, with her wrist bandaged, she’ll need help taking care of herself.

I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not when every instinct in my body is screaming to claim and protect her from her disgusting ex-boyfriend.

She’s finally in the home I bought for her to share with us, and it feels like a dream come true.

“I can do it myself,” she insists, clutching her injured wrist to her chest like a wounded bird.

“With that wrist? I don’t think so, Mia honey,” I say, stepping closer.

Her cheeks flush pink at the endearment, and I can’t help but smile. She’s so responsive to me already, even as she fights it.

“It’s just a sprain,” she argues, backing up until she hits the counter. “I don’t need help to take a shower.”

I place one hand on either side of her, caging her between my arms. Her breath catches, and I can smell the spike in her scent. It’s arousal mixing with nervousness in a heady cocktail that drives my inner alpha wild.

“Mia,” I say, my voice dropping to a growl. “You’re in my house now, under my protection. That means you need to be comfortable in every way. And what you need is a relaxing shower.”

She swallows hard, her hazel eyes finally meeting mine. God, those eyes- so wide, so vulnerable. I could drown in them.

“Fine,” she whispers, defeat coloring her tone. “But... can you at least turn around while I undress?”

I shake my head slowly. “No. I need to help you. That’s the whole point.”

Her heart races, and I can hear it. I can almost feel it against my chest like we’re one. We’re so close now that her scent is overwhelming, clouding my judgment with every breath.

“Are you serious?” she asks, but she gives in, turning to let me unzip her dress.

I reach for the zipper at the back of her green dress.

The metal slides down a whisper, revealing inch after inch of her smooth back.

My fingers brush against her skin, and she shivers.

The dress parts exposing the delicate curve of her spine, the gentle slopes of her shoulder blades, and the tantalizing dip that leads down to the magnificent swell of her ass.

I push the dress from her shoulders, watching hungrily as it slides down her body and pools around her feet.

The sight of her nearly naked form steals my breath.

Her skin is flawless, a creamy, unmarred perfection, glowing in the bathroom light.

The curve from her waist to her hips is a work of art .

The backs of her thighs are full and soft, begging to be bitten and marked.

My cock hardens painfully against my zipper as I reach for the clasp of her bra. She tenses but doesn’t protest as I unsnap it with practiced ease. The garment joins her dress on the floor, and I have to bite back a groan.

“Turn around,” I say, my voice rough with need.

She hesitates, then slowly pivots to face me. Her arms immediately cross over her chest, trying to hide herself from my gaze. She stands there in nothing but a pair of black panties with a small red bow at the front- an innocently seductive detail that makes my mouth water.

“This is crazy, I just met you.”

“What are you doing?” I ask, staring pointedly at her hands covering her tits. “I want to see all of you.”

“I’m not exactly...” she starts, dropping her gaze to the floor as her arms fall limply at her sides. “I’m not skinny or anything.”

The words confuse me for a moment until I understand. Justin has made her feel ashamed of her glorious body. This is why she’s so shy with me and hesitates to undress before me.

Anger flares hot in my chest at the thought, and I vow in my heart to end his measly life without her knowing.

Her breasts are full and heavy, tipped with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.

They’re the perfect size to overflow my hands, to be squeezed and suckled until she’s writhing beneath me.

Her waist curves inward slightly before flaring to hips made for gripping.

And that little soft belly… fuck, I want to trace it with my tongue, to feel her quiver as I nibble and suck at her belly button.

My cock is throbbing now, straining against my jeans, demanding attention. And her scent, my god, her honey-sweet omega scent is intensifying with her arousal, filling the small bathroom until I can barely think straight.

“You’re beautiful,” I growl. “Never feel ashamed, okay, Mia?”

She nods weakly, her breath coming faster as I reach down to the waistband of her panties. I hook my fingers under the elastic where it hugs the curve of her lower belly and slowly peel them down.

As the fabric descends, I’m treated to the sight of her pussy, lightly covered with soft hair, her outer lips already glistening with arousal. My mouth waters as I pull the panties down over the generous curves of her thighs, drinking in every detail of her naked form as she steps out of them.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can smell how turned on she is- a rich, musky addition to her honeyed scent that makes me want to bury my face between her thighs and never come up for air.

I bend down to pick up the discarded panties, noticing how her breath catches when I do. The seat of them is soaked through, evidence of how her body responds to me despite her hesitation.

I bring her panties to my face, inhaling deeply, letting her see exactly how she affects me.

“What the hell are you doing?” she gasps, her eyes wide with shock. But I can hear the desire in her voice. She’s an omega. I know everything about her emotions based on her scent alone. If she was truly terrified of me, I wouldn’t be here.

“Making sure you’re healthy,” I reply smoothly, my voice rough with want. “And you seem to be in perfect condition.”

Her face flames crimson as I fold the panties carefully and tuck them into my pocket.

She has no idea that I’ll be using them later, wrapping them around my cock as I stroke myself to completion, imagining it’s her tight pussy gripping me instead of my hand.

I’ll breathe in her scent as I come, pretending I’m flooding her womb with my seed, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

Fuck, I need some kind of relief.

My balls are tight and heavy, and every instinct is screaming at me to bend her over the counter and take her right now. But she’s not ready. Not yet. I’ll wait until she’s begging for my knot until she can’t imagine being with anyone but me and my pack.

I turn to the shower and adjust the temperature, making sure it’s perfect for her.

“Get in,” I tell her, not bothering to hide my erection as she stares.

I know she saw my erection in the car earlier. I want her to see what she does to me. Let her know exactly what’s waiting for her when she finally submits.

She steps into the stream, closing her eyes and sighing as the warm water cascades over her body. Water sluices down her curves, highlighting every dip and swell of her form. Her nipples pebble under the spray, and I have to clench my fists to keep from reaching out to touch them.

Instead, I grab the soap and a loofah, working up a rich lather. Her eyes fly open in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she stammers, instinctively trying to cover her breasts again.

“Helping you,” I remind her, moving her hands away. “Now be still. Let me take care of you, honey.”

I start with her shoulders, working the loofah in gentle circles over her skin. She trembles beneath my touch but doesn’t pull away. I move down to her arms, careful with her injured wrist, then back up to her neck, watching goosebumps rise wherever I touch.

When I finally bring the loofah to her breasts, she gasps. I move it slowly around each mound, watching in fascination as her tits bounce and jiggle with each motion. Her nipples are hard peaks now, begging for attention that I’m barely restraining myself from giving.

“Kane,” she whimpers, my name on her lips sending a jolt straight to my cock.

I continue my ministrations, moving down to her stomach and then around to her back.

I kneel to wash her legs, my face level with her pussy.

From this angle, I can see how swollen her lips are and how her thighs are slick with more than just water.

She’s dripping for me, her body knowing what it needs even if her mind isn’t ready to admit it.

When I stand again, she’s breathing hard, her pupils wide with arousal.

“Everything you’re doing to me,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “It’s turning me on so much it almost hurts.”

Tears glisten in her eyes, and I understand immediately. She’s overwhelmed by these new sensations and by the omega instincts awakening inside her. My sweet little mate is aching for release, and I’m the only one who can give it to her.

Mia

The ache between my thighs is unbearable, making my entire body tremble. Steam rises around us in the bathroom, fogging the mirror and thickening the air with heat.

I shouldn’t be here with him. With this man that I barely know, yet I can’t bring myself to stop what’s happening. His dark, hungry eyes hold mine as his hand slides along my wet thigh, and I bite my lip to keep from begging him to touch me where I need it most.

“Kane,” I whisper, unsure of what I’m asking from this gorgeous man. He either needs to stop whatever he’s doing to me or just give me a fucking orgasm already .

His lips curl into a knowing smile. “Yes, Mia?”

I shake my head, embarrassed. I’ve never been this forward with a man before, never felt this desperate need. Justin had never made me feel this way before with just one touch.

“I need relief,” I whisper, barely audible over the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub.