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Chapter Twenty-Six

B eing skin-to-skin with Posie will never lose its luster. And seeing her confident and ready to take charge? Sign me up.

When she started stripping, I quickly shucked my clothing, wanting nothing between us, and now my angry cock presses against her ass, ready to detonate before we get to the main event. The clothing between us makes me irrationally angry, and I drop my fingers to the top of her leggings.

Rip. Tear. Shred.

My instincts are near the surface, but I don’t want to scare my perfect Puff. She means more to me than anything, and with that disgusting metallic lotion, I can’t read her scent. So, I hesitate.

“Yes or no, Puff? I’ll wait as long as you need.” With a mumbled slew of nonsensical words, Posie’s fingers come up to grip mine, and slowly, she helps me pull the pants lower. Staring at our reflection, I watch each smooth inch of skin reveal, and my cock becomes a steel beam, growing harder by the second. “I need words.”

She mumbles some more while holding my hands hostage to work her clothing down further. Just as the top of her mound is about to come into view, I gently free my hand and splay it over her lower belly to stop her.

“I need to know what you want, sweet girl… please,” I beg, holding her steady. Her body shakes with desire, and I catch a heady whiff of her slick. Clenching my jaw, I do my best to ride the razor edge, keeping my Alpha contained enough to wait for consent.

“You, Miller. I want you,” she whimpers, arching forward and pressing harder against my hand. Writhing, she stands on her tiptoes, trying to get my fingers closer to her pussy.

“More, Puff. Tell me more,” I demand. Power edges into my tone, but it’s not a bark. I’d rather die than take her will. She shimmies her leggings down, bringing her panties with them to land lower on her thighs. Moving slowly, I position us by the sink, closer to the mirror, so I can see every detail of her face.

And it’s stunning. Posie’s brown eyes are glazed with desire, and her lips are scarlet from my kisses. Her skin glows, radiant and dewy.

“I want everything ,” she pants.

“You want my hand torturing your little clit?” I rasp slowly, sliding my fingers over her soft belly. It twitches under my palm before pressing forward .

“Y-yes.” Posie widens her legs as far as they’ll go with her leggings restraining them.

“You want my mouth on every inch of your fucking perfect body?” Tracking every movement in the mirror, my hand cups her mound, and she moans like it’s the best feeling in the world. Slick coats my digits, but using every ounce of control I possess, I wait for her answer.

“P-please.” She thrashes. A deep red flush starts on her chest and works its way up her neck.

“You want my cock? Want it to be the first one in your tight virgin pussy?” Saliva pools in my mouth, and a dark, possessive need grabs me in a chokehold until it’s nearly impossible to breathe. My cock dribbles pre-cum, and my balls tighten at the mere thought of sliding into her heat.

“And your knot,” she cries, trying to get more friction. Staring at our reflection, all her curves pressed against my hard angles, the shine of her arousal on her thighs—I can’t hold back any longer.

“Then it’s yours. Forever,” I promise, yanking her around and taking her mouth with a fierceness that makes her heart slam against my ribs. Posie yields to me immediately, opening so I can sweep my tongue in and devour her, giving me everything I need and never thought was possible. Together, we ditch pants and panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor and leaving her in just a bra. “Now you’re going to let me clean every molecule of that shitty lotion off you. Then I’m gonna make you mine.”

“Not sure I can wait that long,” she pants, rubbing her thighs together .

Snapping the bra off, I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my hips.

“Never said you’d have to wait, Puff.” I nip her earlobe. The tip of my cock slides through her folds, rubbing against her little pink clit, and she moans. It’s my new favorite sound, and as I turn the faucet to get the shower going, I thrust again and again, tapping that bundle of nerves over and over until she’s shaking.

Fucking hell. The friction alone has me closer than I want to be, but as I step into the steamed-up shower, I do it again. Harder, faster, over and over until her eyes roll back and she comes with a cry. Slick surges from her core, sliding down my shaft and bathing me in her scent as I step under one of the showerheads.

The water sluices over us, adding to the sensory overload, and like a two-pump chump, I can’t hold back. Fuckkkk. Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine, spiraling up and taking over. My balls draw up, and ecstasy swamps me, causing my cock to pulse.

With a shout, my release sprays over our stomachs. My Alpha loves how we smell, our combined pleasure filling the steamy shower, and I can’t stop myself from raking my teeth right over the spot I’ll bite during her heat.

The heavenly place where her neck meets her shoulder. Pulling the flesh between my lips, I nip her hard enough to settle my beast without breaking the skin.

“Right here, Puff. Where everyone can see,” I growl, a haze clouding the edges of my vision.

“Yes, Alpha.” She offers more of her neck, and it’s just what I need to beat back my feral tendencies. With a deep breath, I allow her to slide down my body, holding on until her feet are safely on the ground. “Good omega, now let me clean every inch of this body before I worship you.”

Once I’m sure she’s steady on her legs, I reach for her favorite soap and pump a generous amount into my hands before turning into a thick lather.

“Is that my soap? And shampoo?” she asks with a giggle.

“Yup. And your conditioner. Under the sink, there’s all your favorite products, too.” Using the bubbly froth, I rub it over her body, spending extra time making sure the metallic lotion disappears with the swirling water down the drain.

“I never thought I would be so happy to have a stalker,” she jokes, her body melting under my gentle ministrations.

“I prefer the term wonderful mate. Lover. Or future husband,” I snark back, moving to cup her lush breasts. Her sudden intake of breath makes the heavy globes bounce in my hands, and I watch as her nipples pebble. Running my thumbs over the rosy tips makes her groan and press against me, so I do it again.

“I can get behind those names,” she agrees, and I’m so fucking grateful she’s willing to give me another chance after thinking I hated her for so long.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

Her cotton candy scent deepens, growing sweeter with desire, and I realize we had better wrap up this shower quickly, or we’re both going to lose our virginity standing up. I make sure she’s squeaky clean, then slam off the shower so hard that the pipes rattle in protest.

“Towels now,” I announce, swinging the door open and allowing the steam to billow out and fog the mirror. Stumbling out, my cock bobbing against my stomach, I swipe two fluffy towels, tossing one over my shoulder and holding the other out for Posie to step into.

She allows me to wrap it around her, and my cock jerks in anticipation. Water runs down my legs, creating little puddles on the floor, but I pay them no mind, instead enjoying Posie’s hungry gaze raking over my body, her eyes zeroing in on my bobbing erection.

The slightest tint of burned sugar swirls around us, slamming against my Alpha instincts, and I’m so grateful to have that window into her thoughts.

“I’ll be gentle, Puff,” I promise, running my hand down her arm.

“I don’t want you to be,” she announces with bravado, but her scent gives her away. Before I get another chance to soothe her, she drops the towel to the floor and saunters out of the room, giving me a glimpse of her round ass bouncing as she goes.

When my sassy girl reaches the door, she glances back with a saucy smirk that has me ready to pounce.

“Are you coming?”

Not yet. But soon, we’re both gonna be.