I comply, and his long, talented fingers instantly start massaging my scalp through the water. He’s so careful with my hair you’d think it was made of spun glass. His hands are soft as he urges me back up and starts massaging the scented shampoo into my locks.
“Sugared almonds,” I mutter, recognising the scent.
God, I’ve not smelled them since...
“Do you like it?”
I nod, resisting the urge to moan as he finishes lathering the ends and moves back to soothing his thumbs across the sensitive spot where my neck meets the base of my skull.
“It’s heavenly,” I admit. “Remind me why exactly the others don’t want this?”
He snorts. “Male bullshit, mostly. Silas lets me sometimes, but none of the others will accept pampering.”
I grin. “Their loss.”
There’s a second’s pause as I try to put my words together. “You’re interested in me—” I begin.
“What gave it away?”
I roll my eyes at his sarcastic interruption and continue. “But you’re also with Silas.”
The soft smile he flashes at the mention of his beta’s name confirms my theory.
“You’re in love with him.”
His hands freeze for a moment. “I suppose I am.” He sighs. “It’s not hard to love a good pack. Omegas provide comfort—sexual or otherwise. We’re built to love a lot of people. Loving Silas—and the rest of the pack—doesn’t diminish my capacity to love you.” He pauses, meeting my gaze shyly. “Just like wanting me doesn’t stop you from wanting them, too.”
The two of us lapse into a soft, comfortable silence as he washes my hair for me. When I start to prune from too long in the water, he holds out a cloud soft towel, his eyes tracing every drop of water sliding down my body before I cover up.
“So,” he begins. “Are you… are you thirsty at all?”
His hesitant eagerness makes me grin as I step out of the bath and let him tug me into the adjoining bedroom. “Are you offering?”
Finn can’t nod fast enough.
I take his hand and push him until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. As much as I enjoyed climbing him like a tree before, it’s easier to drink from him when he’s at my height. This new position means I have to straddle his legs to reach his neck, making my towel ride up my thighs.
Finn gulps but doesn’t falter. He leans his head to one side, offering me his throat.
“Take whatever you need.”
I lean in slowly and run my fangs up the column of his throat. Teasing Finn like this is fun. Feeling him shiver beneath me as I press a kiss to the delicate skin over his vein makes me feel powerful and desirable all at once. It’s a heady combination, and I can’t resist sinking my fangs into him.
My venom hits him hard. His hands fist in my towel and he lets out a slightly feral groan as I take my first draw on his vein. He bucks beneath me, pressing his groin into my core, and between us, his heart pounds against his chest like he’s running a marathon.
“Fuck, Evie, please,” he begs. “I want to touch you. I fucking need to.”
I grin against his flesh, but I don’t break my bite. Don’t give him the permission he wants. Down the thrall bond I can feel his own exquisite agony, telling me exactly how much he wants this.
I’m pretty sure he can feel how much I want it too.
Some small, sane part of me doesn’t give in. I take another draw on his neck before pulling away with a careful lick to seal the wound. In answer, Finn falls back on the bed, his arms locking around me and dragging me with him.
“You like tormenting me, don’t you?” he pants, like he’s been holding himself back for an hour rather than a few minutes.
I smile against his chest. “Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?”
He shakes his head. “You know, I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything with that. My instincts make me want to provide for the pack and—”
