“I don’t know how you can manage to have an erection when you’re in this bad of shape, Mav,” she said.
“Dunno.” Definitely wasn’t about to fuck her. I’d probably pass out in the middle if I tried.
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t making it to the middle.
She kneeled at my feet and legitimately lifted my leg to get my pant leg over my foot.
Who the fuck was this woman?
“I’m keeping you,” I said.
“So you’ve said.”
“I’m irresistible too.”
She murmured something that sounded like, “You’re not wrong.” And lifted my other leg too, freeing me from the sweats entirely.
Standing up, she grabbed one of my thighs with both hands.
My cock jerked.
“Hold on to the tub,” she warned me, before heaving one of my legs over.
My foot landed in water. Gloriously hot water.
I plopped down on my ass, and she helped toss my other leg over as I went.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “I’ll take it from here.” My head tilted back to rest on the ledge of the freestanding tub, my eyes closing.
Baths were bliss. What had I been thinking, avoiding them for the last century?
“Sure you will.”
I loved the smile in her voice.
“You should bite me.”
“Fantastic idea. More blood loss is exactly what you need right now.” The scent of soap made my nose twitch. Her hand glided smoothly up my arm, and I groaned.
“It’d feel good.”
“Sleep will feel better.”
“Maybe,” I conceded.
“Definitely.”
An itch had me leaning sideways, smacking my shoulder. The wound there was acting up all the sudden.
“What’s wrong? Let me see.” Bloom moved my hand away, looking at the cut. It wasn’t deep. None of my injuries were. I was the Alpha for a reason. “Geez, how many cuts do you have?”
“A few.”
“Bullshit.”
“It was sixteen fights. Gonna have some blood. One of them was bad.”
“Bad? Tell me what happened,” she ordered.
