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Naked, unable to process what’s happening, and feeling as though I’m stuck in a horrible dream, my shrieks of fear come out as nothing more than whimpers and grunts.
Without warning, the bench disappears from under me, and hard muscles block out the world.
Then I fall for long, endless moments as he drops me, my stomach lurching into my throat and stealing my gasp before liquid fire engulfs me. I thrash and suck down a lungful of water before callused fingers yank my head to the surface of the bath.
I haven’t been fully submerged in water since a fever nearly took my life as a child. The water I remember was so cold my fingers and toes went numb and my teeth chattered. Now, with a grim face staring down at me, I burn from the inside out. My organs throb with a painful yet soothing heat as the hot water shrivels my skin.
He forces me under the water again, but pulls me up so fast my scream spits water everywhere.
“Shut your mouth.”
I barely register his deep rumble before he tightens his fingers in my hair and pushes me under again. My lungs ache despite spending only a moment underwater. He lifts my head again, the bath so big I can’t find the leverage to push myself away. Besides, the enormous male has an iron grip on my hair and an unforgiving expression on his face. Coughing and sputtering, I wipe my hands over my face and tuck my heels under my butt, trying to make it harder for him to drown me.
He leans over and picks something up from the ledge behind me, crossing his left arm over his right to reach it. I dare not move despite his divided attention, the scrapes on my knees and elbows hurting for the first time. The heat from the water burns the lacerations before it sinks deep into my bones, extracting every other ache and pain until moving seems like a crime. My breath ripples across the surface of the water, and I let my tears flow into the murky liquid.
The pressure leaves my scalp as my captor releases my hair, but I stay poised for an attack, wishing I were strong enough to protect myself. He’s already proven how weak I am compared to him, and I doubt he’s done showing his strength.
I shudder and bite my tongue while I wrap my arms across my chest, trying to hold in my sobs.
An unfamiliar scent—like sunlight and the color green—invades my nostrils. It isn’t quite pleasant, but I like it, since it blocks out the alpha pheromones clogging my senses.
Fingers slick with soap scrub my scalp. I cringe, expecting pain, but he gathers my locks atop my head and draws circles from my temples to the base of my skull. Unexpected pleasure streaks down my spine. Lulled by his firm, careful strokes, my muscles turn to jelly.
Warm suds trail down my temple and caress the side of my throat before landing in the hot pool. Massive digits wrap around my nape and pull me backward, and I tense and fling my arms out, seeking the lip of the bath. A deep rumble turns my muscles to mush.
“Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.”
Something in my body unfurls and accepts his command. The ball of worry remains in my chest, but tendrils of comfort and a sense of rightness infect my marrow. His words end, but his rumble does not. It morphs into a deeper, less angry vibration, notes of approval woven within.
He lowers my head under the water and kneads my scalp until every ounce of sanity leaks from my mind. Air brushes across my face, too cold after the luxury of the bath, and a few seconds tick by before I react to him pulling me to my feet. I lift my arms to cover my intimates, but he grabs my wrists and pins them against my lower back with one hand.
Dripping and shivering, I try to turn away, only to meet his hard tawny eyes.
“Beverystill, little omega.”
My eyes widen at the quiet threat. I turn to stone.
He picks up the soap and turns it over in his gigantic hand until bubbles overflow from his fingers. He sets the soap back onto the ledge and wraps his sudsy hand around my throat. My pulse pounds against his goliath palm. He smirks and runs his hand down my arm, leaning so close his shirt clings to my wet flesh as he inspects every scrape and bruise. I sense the fury boiling in him and stand as still as possible, hoping he won’t unleash his anger on me.
A shiver steals through me when he massages the web of skin between my thumb and forefinger, and I bite the inside of my lip to muffle a groan as he tests the rest of my fingers. Anxiety vibrates through me, our hands too close to my rear for my liking. He smooths his palm up my arm, highlighting our size difference before giving my other arm the same treatment.
Flecks of light brown shine from his almost orange irises, the intensity of his stare pinning me in place. He returns his attention to my shoulder and slides his hand down until he cups my breast.
Streaks of lightning arrow through my veins as his roughened palm grinds against my sensitive nipple, the peak turning hard and needy despite my growing panic.
The odd combination of slick and rough, cold and hot, mean and gentle, and unwanted, yet wonderful, sets my senses to electrified confusion. I stare in wide-eyed shock at the first alpha to ever explore my naked flesh. He never looks away, stroking and plucking under the guise of soaping my breasts.
Still holding my gaze, he continues down my torso, probing my flat stomach and testing the resilience of my hips. He bends his knees, bringing his face closer to mine and grazing his shirt across my soapy front. His hand lowers, a finger teasing along the edge of my intimate hair before he gives my thighs a few long, slow sweeps of his hand. Then he dips his fingers into the bath and rolls the soap in his fist again until white bubbles drip into the dirty water. In my periphery, I see the bubbles floating along the surface, but the darkening of his brown eyes holds my attention.
He sets his palm on my knee and glides it up my outer thigh before swooping it behind me. His fingers dig into the globe of my ass, silky and sensual despite the hard set of his mouth.
Unable to tell which way is up and at the mercy of a lethal alpha, I clench my fists and swallow, nearly fried by the shock of his caresses. He shifts closer still, until the heat of his breath ghosts across my lips as his hand moves to my other butt cheek, his rumble dropping impossibly lower.
His fingers tease the bottom swell of my ass, inching closer to the folds between my legs.
Despite the danger of incurring his wrath, I press my thighs together, desperate to deny him access to the most damning part of my body. His lids lower in warning half a millisecond before he moves.
Pain snaps through my scalp as he releases my wrists and yanks my hair back, exposing my neck to him. His other hand leaves my backside and delves between my legs, covering my entire pussy and bypassing my defenses with one quick motion. I claw and push at his wrist to no avail—his fingers sink into the hair and weave between and around my folds.
