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“Can you rinse me now?” I asked.
“I will,” he said. “While I do that, you must wash your ass next.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my pussy clenching repeatedly from my orgasm. He held the bucket as he poured the water over me. It felt good to finally get clean.
“Turn, so I can pour the water over you,” he said. I turned around, my back facing him as he poured the water over my back. “Bend down and wash yourself, omega.”
Heart beating fast in my throat, I turned around and bent down as he ordered. It felt like a dream like he was compelling me to obey. I did this mindlessly, but I wanted to follow his orders and please him.
To display everything to him.
I was confused by what I was feeling. This should only happen with alphas. While James poured water over my bottom, I shyly dipped my finger between my cheeks, washing up and down.
Before I could scramble back up and be done with our little game, he had another request.
“Hold yourself open for me so I pour the water in between,” he said.
Oh my god.
I could barely breathe as I spread my ass cheeks open for him. I felt the trickle of water go down my crack, and then a huge gush of water hit my anus, and I nearly fell back in pleasure.
“Yes, right there,” I gasped out loud. Then he stopped pouring water. “Oh, never mind.”
I straightened back up, embarrassed at staying bent over waiting for more. My pussy was still clenching from my orgasm.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“You’re welcome,” he said as I turned to grab my clothing. “Why are you in a hurry? You have nowhere to go.”
“I know,” I said. “But you’ve stared at my naked body for far too long.”
His gaze slipped down between my legs. “Yes, yes, you’re right. But I enjoy watching you.”
“Don’t you have a vampire girlfriend somewhere around here?” I huffed, annoyed that he was too straightforward and not shy about staring.
He laughed out loud.
“No, I don’t,” he said. “I will grab you something to eat while you get dressed, okay?”
I was relieved to have some time to myself and collect my thoughts.
When he left, the haze of being in our own world disappeared, and I wondered if he had done something to me. Something to compel me to follow his instructions. My head felt clearer- and I was shocked at myself at what happened. His voice had a powerful magical energy behind it. Silky smooth, and compelling. Nothing like I’ve ever heard before, and I wanted to hear it again.
Seven
ALANA
Later that morning, James handed me a coconut shell. I took a sip from it and grimaced.
“Ew, I like my coconut juice chilled with lots of sugar,” I complained at the warm, bitter drink, and he chuckled as we sat on the floor in his living room. He was carving out rocks with a knife after laying a handful of sea kelp and a coconut drink beside it. The sea kelp looked like it was burnt to a crisp after he fried it outdoors. It tasted so bitter, but I was starving.
I chewed on one end of the sea kelp, watching him work as he carved out weapons from a bunch of stones in front of him. He must be really bored here, I thought. There were no jobs, and the vampires lived day by day, surviving off of blood.
“I forgot that omegas have a sweet tooth,” he said, the sound of metal carving against rock ringing in the hut.
“Have you been around many omegas?” I asked, wondering if he sucked the blood of any of them.
“A few. A very long time ago,” he said with a faraway look in his eyes.
