Page 58 of Rocked By the Alpha

“Yeah,” he says.

When he returns upstairs, he finds her in the shower. The notes of her voice ring out over the roar of the water. He slumps against the wall, listening for a minute. The song isn’t familiar, but he likes it. He doesn’t understand why she doesn’t sing on more of her band’s tracks. Her voice is light, airy, but at the same time raw and cutting. A voice that would have you stopping in your tracks to listen. Natasha’s is good, beautiful even, but it’s like all the other girls he hears on the radio day in, day out.

The water cuts out after that, and he walks back into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for her. She enters with one of his dark towels wrapped around her torso and her wet hair slick against her head. Blinking away water, she spies him and smiles.

“I heard voices,” she says.

“Yeah, Matt brought some of your things over.”

“I won’t be staying long.”

“You’re not going back until it’s cleaned up.”

“I can go stay at Nat’s or Tanya’s.”

“You can just stay here.”

“You know I can’t.”

He takes a deep inhale. “I need to tell you something, Ruby.”

She cocks her head, examining him. “What?”

“I told some of my people about us.”

She’s quiet for a long stretched out minute and he can hear his pulse drumming in his ears.

“Who?” Her tone is neutral and he can’t tell if she’s pissed.

“I had to tell Matt and Kim in order to get the stuff with your house sorted.” He swallows. “But I’d already told Ash and his girlfriend and my sister before that.”

Her hands are tight on her towel and a drop of water skates down her neck and slinks into the fluffy material. “Why? Why did you tell them?”

“I dunno,” he admits. “I got fed up keeping this a secret. I wanted to confide in someone.”

He lunges forward, grabbing the edge of the towel and yanking her towards him. “I’m bored with sneaking around, Omega, and being your dirty little secret.”

“I liked being yours,” she says as he unwraps the towel and lowers his mouth to her breast.

“Are you angry with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then punish me.”

She steps away from him, his mouth leaving her nipple with a wet pop. “Lie on the bed, Alpha,” she tells him and he scoots backwards and lowers himself down.

He should be feeling penitent or some such shit, at least a little sorry. Instead, he’s fucking turned on, his cock rock hard in his pants.

She climbs up onto the mattress, resting on her hands and knees, and he cranes his neck to admire the view of her curvy figure. She crawls up his body, water running down her skin and dripping onto his clothes. She pauses when they’re eye to eye.

“You should have told me first.”

“I know,” he says, reaching up for her.

She slaps his hands away.

“No touching, Alpha. You said I could punish you.”