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His rumble changes into a purr. I’m powerless against the effects. Like a drug, it seeps into my veins and fills me with delicious warmth. I need more. I never want to leave the dark inferno roaring through me.
My lips part on a sigh as he traces my features with a fabric covered finger. The sour taste of soap barely registers as his scent thickens in my nostrils. He grinds his hips against me, pressing me harder into the cool wall, and tilts my head back so the water rinses the soap from my face.
The size of his cock terrifies me so thoroughly I almost miss his quiet words.
“You’re gorgeous. So dainty and soft. Tell me, sprite, how does a tiny thing like you survive on my ship for so long without me knowing?”
Despite his hypnotic rumble, his words strike a discordant note in my soul. I shake my head to clear it, certain he didn’t claim ownership over the entire cruiser, but thick fingers smooth down my throat and delicious tendrils of heat steal my breath.
I shiver as he continues downward, tracing my collar bone and trailing down my sternum.
Longing fills me. I want him to touch my aching, swollen breasts, but he avoids them, rubbing the washcloth along my lower ribs. When his thumb brushes the underside of my left breast, a small, needy sound leaks from my throat.
His warm breath ghosts over my temple as he whispers, and my mouth responds before I give it permission.
“What’s your name, sprite?”
“Em.”
A fissure of alarm rolls through me as I register my voice, but he wipes it away with his decadent purr.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful omega. Be a good girl and stand still as I wash you.”
I don’t want to, but I follow his instructions and rest against the wall as though glued in place. He runs the washcloth over my skin, leaving no part of me untouched, cupping each breast and flicking his thumb over each nipple. The thin fabric does nothing to buffer the power of his hands. My lids slip closed and saliva fills my mouth as he lifts his weight off me and scrubs my ribs, stomach, and thighs, weaving a thick web of arousal around me.
Trapped in his purr, I tremble as he drops to his haunches, one knee still between mine, and cleans my legs. The water swirling around the drain slowly turns clear and the air fills with steam. Surrounded by heat and inhaling his thickening pheromones, I gasp when the washcloth presses between my legs.
Shock and horror streak through me. Self-disgust roils in my guts, and I lash out in panic, slapping his wrist and lunging toward the door.
He catches me with embarrassing ease and lifts me higher than his shoulders before pinning my back against the wall.
“Bad girl. I’m not done yet.”
I scream and fight him, but he parts my legs and pins my knees to the wall beside my shoulders, folding me in half and trapping my arms at my sides while leaving my bottom half completely exposed.
Confusion blips through me when he ducks down, but I jerk as his mouth closes over my intimates. The smooth glide of his tongue sends streaks of lightning down to my toes. Panic chokes me.
Pressure builds deep within my abdomen. I don’t like it. It’s scary and new, but my body rushes toward the peak no matter how I fight it.
Fresh dread grips me when he lifts his head before I break. Disappointment sits like a stone in my chest and ridiculous tears fill my eyes.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” he growls.
I shake my head and fight against his grip, but he manhandles me to my knees and holds me in place by my hair. When he opens his trousers and hooks his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, I push against his thighs and close my eyes.
“No, stop. I don’t wa—”
Steel wrapped in silky flesh pushes past my teeth. His spicy, musky flavor bursts across my taste buds and scrambles my brain, but I bite down in fear.
He twists his hand in my hair and growls before digging his fingertips into the hinges of my jaw.
“Bite me again and I’ll send a cutter to break down the wall to your friends,” he growls.
I freeze in terror.
He tugs my hair until I have no choice but to meet his stare.
His blown pupils and flushed cheeks sink into my psyche. Part of me perks in interest while the other wars between fear and hatred.
