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“What’s your name, little omega?”
I shiver despite being surrounded by warmth as his rumble ripples down my spine.
“Char.”
My fingers twitch against his arm as he bends and moves with odd little jerks. When I peel my lids high enough to understand our surroundings, I realize he’s scooting up the bed so he can rest his back in the center of the headboard while cradling me in his lap.
He strengthens his rumble, making the world fade further away.
“Next time, Char, I’ll come straight down your throat and fill your belly to the brim with my seed.”
My whimper floats within the haze of sleep. His promise fills my dreams with lurid shadows and dark heat.
I slip deeper into an exhausted slumber, my mind weary and body wrung out. A massive shadow looms over me. Fear coils my stomach into knots as his thick, veiny shaft emerges from his ghostly hand. He strokes and purrs and murmurs filthy words while squeezing the bulbous head of his cock. I lie pliant, caught between terror and longing as this phantom creature prepares to coat me with his seed.
Tawny eyes emerge from the shadow. My chest splits open.
I snap awake, sweaty, hot, and confused.
The cool rim of a cup presses against my lips, followed by even cooler water on my tongue. With greedy gulps, I wrap both hands around the glass, encompassing the masculine hand already holding it, and drink every drop.
I blink as my surroundings come into focus. I’m still cocooned in the tanker’s lap. The sticky seed coating my skin is slimy with my sweat, and the water does little to ease the burning in my belly.
The alpha sets the cup on the floor beside the bed, and a small sound leaks from me as my bladder complains. His orange-brown eyes peruse my face before he stands, lifting me as though I weigh nothing, and carries me to the washroom.
He catches my glance at the empty bath and smirks, but sets me down next to the open water closet and pushes me toward the toilet without a word.
I turn and blink up at him. He shakes his head and crowds even closer. My hard swallow hurts my throat, but I ignore my discomfort, sit on the toilet, and take care of business as quickly as I can. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, but the massive brute merely watches in silence.
Once I’m done, he wraps his gigantic hand around my nape and guides me to the sink. I gasp as water flows from the faucet. When I reach out to cup both hands under the flowing water, he digs his fingers into the sides of my neck.
“Don’t drink it. From now on, you’ll only drink the cleanest of water, and only when I give it to you.”
A little dazed and feeling disconnected from reality, I nod and catch the miracle of fresh water as it spews from the faucet. My wonder grows as he picks up a bar of soap and drops it into my hands.
I’m so lost in the decadence of washing my hands that I don’t notice him shifting closer.
“How?” I ask through numb lips.
His chuckle rips my gaze away from the water. My stomach flips and I stiffen. He turns off the faucet and grabs my wrist before lifting it to his mouth and nipping my fingertips.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”
My brows scrunch in confusion until I register the pitch-black memories shining from his eyes. I try to shrink away only for his hard, naked body to push me against the counter. He gathers my hair with merciless fingers and pulls my head back as he slides his other hand from my nape to my collarbone, lightly resting his thumb and index finger around my throat. The angle makes him look upside down, and, not for the first time, my chest aches with fear as I notice our size difference.
“Do you have any other questions?”
My heart hammers at his intense expression, but even as I tremble, words pour from my mouth.
“What’s your name?”
Surprise flares in his eyes before he smirks.
“Hoss.”
He bends down and licks my ear. I shudder, heady anticipation and tight dread swirling through me, but he steps back and drags me behind him while he turns on the tub’s two separate taps. I can’t help but glance hopefully at the slowly filling bath.
Hoss continues into the bedroom, his grip on my hair forcing me to follow. He sits in the chair and pours another cup of water before turning his gaze to me.
