We shared a new form of intimacy in the bathroom. He undressed and redressed behind the shower curtain, but listening to the sounds of water hitting the tub and picturing his naked body just a few feet away from me, I swooned. The steam of his shower and scrubbing the salty tears on my cheeks away soothed my frayed edges.
"Goodness, Firefly. Are you always this tense?" Riot murmurs, trailing his amazingly skilled fingers to the spot behind my ear.
I was skeptical of how long he could sit on the ground like he is, but I bet it's been about fifteen minutes since he folded himself into a pretzel to pamper me. All I do is moan. It's soooo good. The only thing that would make it better is three other sets of hands doing a full body massage at the same time. Nothing sexual, just pure glorious rubs on my muscles.
Riot's pheromones expand, and his tether vibrates with concealed restraint. Honestly, this innocence of our time together makes my love for him grow.Love?
"Shit. Baby, relax. You just tensed up even more."
I force myself to let that thought go and just enjoy the quiet moment with Riot. He's showing me all the different sides to him, and I honestly enjoy every single one. Even the ones when he's kind of an ass and pushes my buttons.
"Tell me something about yourself, Vivian. Something I don't know," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to my forehead.
I blink up at him and wonder what he might want to know.Is there anything he doesn't know? My men have been giving him all the important information he needs to know to live here with us, but what else is there?
"Um," I croak and squeeze my eyes shut against the wave of anxiety waiting to choke me.
Riot presses another kiss to my forehead and lingers for an extra beat. "I want to hear you, little Omega."
My heart swells at his statement.Sometimes this man knows exactly what to say to get me to talk to him.I find I actually like the way he pushes me out of my quiet comfort zone. With him I feel like my will can be stronger than my anxious mutism.
"I—" I swallow. "I don't have a job, but sometimes the pack omegas we're remodeling homes for need a softer touch."
Riot chuckles and continues his glorious massage. "You're telling me those three hunky men upstairs aren't gentle enough?"
I smile. "Hunky?"
He taps my forehead. "You saw the aftermath of Kade making me come in my pants like a fucking teenager. I'm embarrassed enough. Yes, hunky and too sexy for their own good."
His pout on the subject is endearing. "Sexual magnets some might say."
Before I even comprehend what's happening, Riot has me rolled over onto my stomach. The bed dips and my breathcatches when his weight settles gently on my thighs. Everyone is so careful of my wound.
"I warned you a long time ago that I would spank you, Vivian," he growls, digging those skilled thumbs into the muscles in my ass.
Oh sweet hell...
I wish I could say my perfume releases slowly and enticingly, but no.
A thundering snarl erupts from Riot as my scent explodes around us. "Fuck, Omega."
To my dismay, his hands slide up my lower back. The weight of him against my shoulder blades and his nose in my neck might be even better.
"You're mine, you know that? That sweet smile, sassy eye roll, heady scent, dirty nails, and scary strength are all fucking mine." He punctuates his statement by grinding his cock between my ass cheeks.
"Careful," I breathe, eyes already rolled into the back of my head. "Don't want to come in your pants twice in one night."
Like a whip, Riot sits up and swats a stinging slap on my right ass cheek. He laughs darkly as I yip and whirl around to gape at him. "Let's get you up to your nest before I peel these leggings down and finish my claim."
Warmth blooms in my heart for his patience and control, but at the same time, my lip drops into a pout when my pussy convulses around nothing. Instead of pushing, I simply nod and smile.
"Good girl," he murmurs. His movements feel deliberately enticing as he climbs off me. Paired with the way he trails his fingers between my butt cheeks and up my spine as he walks around me, I'm a panting fucking mess.
"Come on, little Omega."
I may stomp just a little on our trek up to my pack nest. His hand holding mine the entire way soothes some of the need I feel for him. My omega is practically whimpering for him to touch hermore, but I remind myself this is better.
This is Riot's first time entering my nest. His first time upstairs in our intimate domain.
