I'm caught between them, a vessel for their pleasure, my own arousal building to an unbearable peak. The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room—skin against skin, soft moans, harsh breaths.
"Take it all, El," Cliff growls, thrusting upward as Raff pushes deeper. "You're ours now, omega. Every fucking part of you."
My body trembles with the approaching orgasm, my muscles clenching around Raff as I take Cliff deeper still. The sensations build, coiling tighter and tighter until I'm hovering on the edge, ready to fall into ecstasy?—
The water goes ice-cold.
I gasp and yank my hand away from my clit, heart hammering hard. I stand there blinking as reality comes rushing back in.
I turn the water off.
Please, God, don't let me have been moaning out loud.
I reach for the towel on the rack and dry myself off the best I can, but when I get to my slick thighs I go still.
Right.
I grab a wad of toilet paper and do what I can, which isn't much, and try not to think too hard about the fact that I got myself worked up fantasizing in the shower like a teenager. Once I’m sure I won’t ruin their towels, I wrap it around myself and tuck the corner in at my chest.
My eyes immediately scan the small bathroom for clothes, only finding my dirty ones in a heap on the floor. I silently curse myself for forgetting that I don't have any clothes here.
“Shit,” I whisper as I look at the towel I'm wearing, then at the door.
Hopefully there’s something to wear in that guest room. Even if it's a spare blanket, I can wrap it around myself like some kind of toga.
I tuck the towel tighter, take a breath, and open the door.
I jump back with a small yelp, my heart leaping into my throat.
Cliff is standing right there in the hallway, his presence so sudden and overwhelming that I nearly lose my towel.His gaze drops down my body, and his nostrils flare as he takes in my scent. My stomach drops as I realize he must have heard me touching myself in the shower—or worse…he felt it through our bond.
Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my cheeks fast.
“I…um…” I stammer, trying to figure out what to say. I grip the top of the towel with one hand. "I don't have any clothes."
Cliff makes a soft humming sound as his scent deepens, the rich chocolate and cedar notes sharpening with a sudden, intoxicating wave of pure arousal.
It hits me through our bond, a hot, possessive surge that makes my own body clench in response. A soft, helpless sound escapes my throat, and that’s all it takes.
Cliff's eyes flash and he moves.
He rushes forward, one hand slamming against the doorframe beside my head, the other grips my waist, and he backs me into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us. He doesn't say a word. He just looks at me, his eyes burning, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
"Alpha?" I breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Make that sound again,” he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Whimper for me, omega.”
My body instantly obeys, and a soft whimper pushes from my chest.
And he kisses me.
It's a hot, frantic kiss. All teeth and tongues, messy and intense.
And I hate that I need him so badly.
I've known this man for a day.
“Fuck, Elowen,” he snarls as he fists my hair, forcing my head to tip back so he can kiss me deeper.
