Page 13 of Stolen By the Submarine

She must truly be an angel.

I dragged her into hell, fucked her throat, and rutted her on the floor, but I’m nowhere near done overseeing her ruination. She’s got so much further to fall.

With her hair rinsed, I pull her front flush against mine and rub her nipples against my chest through the fabric. Her wanton moan shoves me toward mania, but I need her completely bare and washed of all traces of others.

She’ll be mine and only mine.

“Close your eyes,” I growl through gritted teeth.

With the tip of my cock protruding from the water, the scent of my seed overrides the floral soap, giving away my desperation.

She closes her eyes. Her obedience tests me in ways I never thought possible. I swallow and grab the soap off the ledge.

After rolling the bar in my hand enough to lather my digits, I set it on the ledge and run my fingers over her face. Careful to avoid her eyes, I wash her features in a half daze, unwilling to break free of her spell, until thick trails of soap run down her throat. I lean her into the spray and rinse her face, paying special attention to her lashes, until not a trace of grime remains above her neck.

Lust pulses down my spine.

Her shift slips off her right breast.

I groan and palm her left breast, torturing us both by holding the fabric in place and kneading her with my fingers. She arches her back, rubbing her nipple against my hand and grinding her pussy against the underside of my shaft.

“Please, alpha,” she whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear her over the rushing water.

I snarl and push her off my lap before bending down and yanking her head closer until her ear lines up with my lips.

“The next time I sink my cock into you, my knot will follow. You’ll be locked on my dick for days and leak my seed for weeks. Don’t test me, angel, or we’ll both drown in this bath.”

On her knees with her nipples teasing the surface of the water, she’s the most splendid creature I’ve ever seen, but when she aims wide, lustful eyes up at me, I look away.

She tempts me too much. My alpha beast lurks a hairsbreadth beyond my control, ready to burst free and fuck her into the afterlife.

I uncap a bottle of water, grab her arm, and tug her onto the bench beside me, careful to put an inch between our hips so I don’t snap. When she clutches her hands in her lap, I fist her hair and ensure she drinks the entire bottle before releasing her.

I snatch the bar of soap off the ledge, pry her fingers apart, cup her hand in mine, and drop the soap onto her upturned palm.

“Finish washing yourself while I watch,” I demand.

She stares at the soap for a prolonged moment, and I wonder if she’s testing me, but when she lifts her gaze, I find no trace of guile.

“I’ve never…” she stalls and darts her eyes around the shower, obviously at a loss for words.

“You’ve never teased an alpha before? Good. I want to take all your firsts.”

“No, I’ve never showered before. Or had soap. It was always just a bucket of rusty water and a sponge.”

Time stands still as she shows me her uncertainty. The vulnerability shining from her eyes clamps a fist around my heart and squeezes until I can’t breathe.

The gift she gives me awakens bittersweet emotions within my alpha soul. I long to pamper and spoil her. To rut and knot her. To breed and build a loving, supportive family with her.

To tie our hearts and secure our futures together.

I growl and pull her to me by her throat. Water splashes up my torso as I stop centimeters before her breasts collide with my front.

“This is all yours now, Coral. We can visit anytime. You can shower whenever you please, with only one rule,” I promise.

Her breath hitches and she swallows. The delicate column of her throat shifts in my grasp.

“What’s the rule?” she asks in a breathy voice.

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