Page 157 of Cursed Bonds: An Alpha's Destiny

“You have no idea. I think he’s feeling better, though. He’s more tired than I am. I bet he sleeps all the way till tomorrow morning. I gave him some tea, similar to what Tinsley gave Morgan. He was out like a light five minutes later.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, taking her hand and leading her to my bedroom. “Get undressed, put on a robe, and I’ll run you a bath.”

“A bath?” Kirsten said with a raised eyebrow. “How fancy. Are you like my naughty butler?”

“My lady, I shall be whatever you need tonight,” I said with a faux British accent.

Kirsten laughed and began to undress as I turned on the whirlpool tub in my bathroom, filling it with steaming water. As it filled, I dug through the cabinets, searching for anything to add to the water to help her relax. I finally found a plastic-wrapped bath bomb—probably a Christmas stocking stuffer from Shayna I’d forgotten about. I unwrapped it and tossed it into the tub. It began to sizzle and dissolve immediately, filling the room with the scent of lavender.

“Oh, that’s fancy,” Kirsten said from behind me. “Look at you.”

“Are you ready to get in? It’s a little warm, but I think it’s okay.”

“As long as you’re getting in with me,” she said, and let the robe fall to the floor.

I froze where I was. Before I could stop myself, my gaze roamed up her naked body, lingering on her legs, then the cleft between her legs, and finally across her breasts until my eyes came to rest on hers. A hungry growl escaped my throat, and she smiled.

“That,” she said with a grin, “is a very naughty sound. You didn’t answer my question, though.”

I nearly tore my pants in half to get them off. By the time I was naked, Kirsten had eased herself into the water, sighing in pleasure. My cock was already semi-hard, and the sound of that sigh made it hard as steel.

I slipped into the water behind her, letting out a groan of satisfaction. When was the last time I’d had a bath? Maybe a decade or two? This was really nice, actually.

“Just relax,” I said. “Let me take care of you.”

I plucked a bar of soap from the dish beside the tub and began to run it across her back and shoulders, my fingers sliding on her slippery skin as I massaged her aching muscles.

“God, that feels good,” Kirsten murmured as I dug my thumbs into her knotted muscles.

My dick was throbbing, and I was desperate to have her. The outside world had vanished, and all that existed was Kirsten and me. Nothing else. I pulled her close, pressing her back to my chest, and slid the bar of soap across her collarbone and down her chest, between her breasts. The bar glided over her sternum, and a quivering breath left her.

“Do you like that, too?” I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing her earlobe.

“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding faintly.

“And this?” I asked, sliding the bar over her breast and circling her nipple.

“Fuck,” she breathed, letting her head fall back to rest on my shoulder. “Yes.”

My cock pressed into her lower back, almost painfully. All I could imagine was sliding myself into her body. Twisting my head, I nuzzled and kissed her neck while I slid the bar of soap across both her breasts. Slippery suds built up until I dropped the soap and used my hands to caress and knead her flesh, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. Kirsten pushed back against me, grinding her ass against my dick and eliciting a slight moan from me as she did.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.

“Yeah.”

“How about this?”

She reached around and took me in her hand, stroking hard. My breath stuttered at the touch.

My right hand continued to massage her breast as I slid my left below the water, then across her stomach to the swollen nub of her clit. I touched her so gently, I barely felt it. Kirsten’s hips thrust forward, and my middle finger disappeared inside her.

Reaching back to wind her fingers into my hair, Kirsten took in a deep, shuddering breath as I fingered her. “Jace, I want you.”

My soapy hand glided away from her breast until it circled her throat, caressing the soft flesh there, and I leaned my lips to her ear again, my finger still thrusting into her.

“You are mine,” I whispered. “And I am yours. Forever.”

Kirsten whined and spun around to straddle me so quickly that water sloshed over the rim of the tub. I almost laughed at how fast she moved. Damn near like a shifter. Before I could laugh, though, her lips were against mine, her tongue parting them. She needed me as much as I needed her.

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