The cloth trails over my collarbone, then lower, slipping across the swell of my breasts. The cooling fabric makes me shiver, and I know Dakota can feel the way my nipples pebble under his touch. His cheeks flame, pink climbing all the way to his ears, but his hand neverfalters.
“So,” he clears his throat like it’s too tight, “what do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?”
I blink at him, caught off guard. “Oh—I can feed myself.”
Dakota scoffs, giving me this scandalized look like I just told him I planned to eat gravel. “Nonsense. It’s my turn to cook.”
My lips twitch. “You all take turns?”
“Just with breakfast.” He gives a little shrug, carefully dipping the washcloth back into the warm water before running it along my arms again. It’s like he needs something to do with his hands. “Tadeo likes cooking dinner. He says it’s like meditating after work. It clears his head.”
I hum, then close my eyes as the cloth drifts down again, slow and careful, between my breasts. Dakota’s touch is gentle, but the heat sparking in my belly is anything but. I peek at the beta through my lashes, catching the way his blush deepens, biting his lip likehe’sthe one being teased right now.
Dakota’s throat bobs as he wrings out the cloth, his eyes flicking everywhere but at me. Finally, he clears his throat, voice low and rough. “Sky…can you—um—part your legs a little?”
A sharp pulse of heat cuts through me, and I obey, letting my knees drift wider under the water. Dakota’s breath catches as he stares at my sex through the clear water, and then he carefully places the washcloth on the inside of my thigh. He moves it in slow circles with careful pressure, like he’s afraid I’ll shatter if he pushes too hard.
The way he’s touching me makes me think about last night.
The way Dakota sat so still at the edge of the bed, watching Knox rut me like an animal. The beta’s wide,bright eyes drank down every subtle movement of my body. He touched his own cock, jerking slowly, but he never touched me. Not once.
Maybe he isn’t allowed?
The thought barely forms before the cloth travels further up my legs, over the tender crease of my thigh. Dakota drags it slow, deliberate, then it grazes over my pussy—the faintest brush—and the air rips out of my chest. My hips jerk forward on instinct, chasing his touch.
“Can you—” His voice breaks when his stunning eyes lock hard onto mine. They’re wide and hungry, making my heart flutter.
Dakota’s gaze dips once to my mouth and my lips part without meaning to, my breath shallow, chest rising fast against the water.
The space between us heats as slick begins to gather between my thighs.
Then I move.
I don’t stop to think—I just surge up, crashing my mouth to his, water sloshing around us as I press forward. Dakota’s lips part under mine in shock, but then his hands grab my arms, steadying me.
For a breath, he’s frozen against me—lips a little too firm, unmoving. His hands tremble where they clutch my arms, and my heart stutters, panic licking at the edges of my chest.
This was stupid. I shouldn't have kissed him.
But then…Dakota moves.
He deepens the kiss, hesitant at first, like he’s afraid he’ll scare me off. But when his tongue brushes against my lower lip, I let my mouth fall open, and it’s like something breaks loose inside the beta, and all his hesitation burns away in an instant.
Dakota surges in, tongue sliding past my lips, hot and hungry, consuming me like he’s been starving for this. A groan rumbles low in his chest, and his fingers grip harder, hauling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
It’s not careful anymore. Not soft.
Dakota kisses me like an alpha would. Fierce, claiming, and full of fire.
He shifts, holding me closer. One hand firmly against the small of my back, holding me tight, and the other tangles into my wet hair. He fists it gently, not pulling, just anchoring me to him as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.
I arch against the beta, my palms flattening to the soft grooves of his back, feeling the gentle swoop of muscle beneath my fingertips. My slippery skin and hard nipples slide against his hot, bare chest with every breath.
My goodness, he tastes amazing.
My lungs fill with him—powdery lilac wrapping around me, sweet and grounding, soft where his mouth is all fire. He tastes every inch of me, stealing every bit of breath from my lungs.
I dig my nails into his back, and the world narrows to the feel of his tongue sweeping mine, lips slanting harder, deeper, until I’m dizzy and clutching him like I’ll drown without it.
