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My soul yearns to hear him say my name with the same tone of approval. Before I can stop my mouth from moving, I say, “Not a tigress. I’m Bette.”
His purr liquefies my already softened bones.
“You’re both.” The world shifts as he lowers himself to the ground and settles me in his lap. “You’re my tiny tigress, Bette.” The timbre of his voice washes over me as he works slippery fingers through my hair. “You’re going to fight and claw me at every opportunity, but…” I slip into stunned euphoria as he massages my scalp and scrubs my hair into a thick lather, “I’m going to enjoy it. I’ll wear your marks with pride.” A whimper leaks from my throat as he tilts my head back and rinses the shampoo from my hair. “Don’t worry, little omega. Everyone will know who you belong to,” he says as he smooths my hair from my face.
When he grips my chin, I force my heavy eyelids open.
“Everyone will know you belong to me,” he rumbles.
“Who are you?” I ask through tingling lips. My lashes dip as exhaustion pulls me toward sleep.
“I’m your alpha.”
“But what’s your name?”
“Deck.”
The single syllable follows me into my dreams.
Cradled against his chest and trembling from aftershocks with memories of his domination whirling through my mind, I sink into myself and realize I’ll never be the same.
The girl who lived on a small fishing boat with her family mourns her losses while the emerging omega basks in the attention of her alpha.
All thoughts of escape crumble.
I’m at the mercy of Deck, the largest, most overbearing alpha in the sea.
He’s my lifemate, even if my mind refuses to accept it.
Chapter 6
Deck
Her soft snore takes me by surprise. I look down from adjusting the water temperature and allow my lips to lift in a lopsided smile. The movement strains muscles I haven’t used in too long.
Droplets glisten on her lashes and trail down her beautiful face.
Pride swells in my chest, but a surge of doubt dampens my elation. I yearn for her to fall asleep in my arms because she trusts me, not because I exhausted her beyond her endurance.
I smooth her hair back, tuck her face against my chest, and turn off the water before stepping from the shower. My leathers chafe against my legs and I leave a puddle on the floor with every step, but I ignore my discomfort and tuck a towel around my omega. Goosebumps rise on her flesh, but she doesn’t wake when I use a second towel to dry her limbs.
I lean on the wall and strip out of my soaked clothes, carefully shifting my female from one arm to the other and marveling over her curves.
Signs of a strenuous life mar her skin. Scars pepper her extremities. Calluses and blisters line her fingers and toes. The drive to rub ointment into each one and coddle her to her heart’s content builds within my soul.
With a cursory pass of the towel over my important bits, I dry myself and drop the towel on the bench before heading to the kitchen. A few moments later, I settle a food laden tray onto the table and sit in the only chair.
When she continues to snore, I grab a pillow from the shelf, pivot the chair to face the table, and shift her on my lap until she straddles my hips. The heat from her core scorches my lower belly and the soft globes of her ass pillow my cock, but I drop the cushion on the table and prop her head and shoulders on top. I wince and resituate her on my lap until the underside of my shaft rests along her folds and the backs of her thighs bracket my hips. I drape the towel over her torso, close my eyes, and take a deep breath through my nose, needing a moment to center myself. The silky petals of her pussy almost steal my control, so the added visual of her breasts and the thickening scent of her pheromones may tip me into a premature rut.
Her stomach rumbles, but she doesn’t react.
I scoop a bit of jam onto my finger and smear it along the crease of her lips. She twitches and furrows her brow. I tease my fingertip over her teeth before I pull her lower lip down until it slips free.
Her lashes flutter, and she shifts the slightest bit before snapping to awareness. She tenses every muscle in her body and opens her eyes to aim startled orbs at mine.
When she opens her mouth to speak, I slip my finger between her teeth.
“Suck,” I growl.
