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Paige purrs, resting her head against my shoulder.

Her damp hair feels strange like ribbons.

I grit my teeth, enduring the drag of the strands that scrape my skin.

I carefully push Paige forward, tucking her wet hair over the front of her shoulder to make sure that it doesn’t touch my skin.

Then I settle her back against my chest.

Better.

I flinch, as a rose petal floating on the water sticks to my bare forearm.

I glare at the petal.

My mind is slowly clearing, but I am still muzzled.

I flick at the rose petal.

Does Angel reckon that because I like gardening, I want to see flowers in my bath?

Strange.

Why would flowers belong in a bath?

When I flap my arm, unable to dislodge the petal, Paige peels the petal off for me, before herding the rest of the scarlet petals to the end of the bath around her cute feet.

“Better?” She asks.

I reply by bucking up into her again.

It feels good to be in control like this, after she set the pace throughout my rut.

Paige moans, trembling.

I slide my fingers under the water. Paige spreads her thighs as much as she can in the bath. I circle her clit, enjoying the unique sensation of touching her beneath the water.

Paige’s breathing is fast and shallow.

Rhett had my consent to turn the tables on me during my rut. Everything that happened was negotiated as one of the possibilities because Rhett is meticulous about consent.

Ever since he took control during my extreme rut that I fell into on the search and rescue, he has become the only person who has been able to dominate me and stop my entire life falling apart.

Except, this time he both held tight to me, while also allowing me to risk my life.

He trusted me.

Despite his fear, he allowed me to save our Omega.

Is this what love is? To be loved?

My throat is tight.

Paige pushes back against me.

I link my ankles over hers, trying to increase the pressure.

Paige’s back fits against my chest, her weight rests against me, and my cock is snugly locked inside her.