Page 12 of In Too Deep

Sand-colored tiles cover the bathroom walls and floor, a freestanding soaking tub at one end of the room and the water closet at the other. But in the center is the open-air rainfall shower, raised slightly to contain the water and accommodate the central drain and flanked on either side by vanities. I turn on the spray to one of its warmest settings as I strip out of my bathing suit, hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. It fits me better than anything I’ve ever bought for myself, so I’m not keen on losing it. But as I step up into the shower, the creak of the bedroom shutters closing makes my stomach swoop and my pussy clench.

A low, approving purr behind me pulls my attention, and I turn, letting water cascade over my head for a moment in a way I hope leans more sexy mermaid and not drowned rat. I wasn’t sure who would pick up what I was putting down, but I can’t deny the relieved drop to my shoulders as I find Oliver staring at me. He’s leaning against the doorjamb, his hands shoved into his pockets. The sun has turned his normally pale skin slightly pink, but it only seems to have made the black ink covering hisarms, chest, and legs that much darker. As I examine him, those images flex, his purr growing louder by the second.

“I was wondering which one of you would come after me.” I step back slightly so my head isn’t under the water.

“Are we that predictable?” he asks, a sinful smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth.

I hum noncommittally, which only makes him chuckle. I go still as Oli pushes off and paces forward, like he’s giving me plenty of time to tell him to stop. But I just hold eye contact, even lifting my chin a little in defiance. He ascends into the shower, moving until the overhead spray hits both of our chests, a fine mist settling over us. There’s a long heartbeat when I just stare up at him, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes are practically incandescent, full of passion and hunger and awe.

We both move at the same time, his hands going to my hips while my arms snap around his neck, our mouths crashing together like waves on the shore. Inevitable, constant, perfect synchronicity of passion. Our hands wander after a moment, his fingers gliding over the wet planes of my body as I try to memorize the contours of his pecs and abs. Whimpering into our kiss, I yield when his tongue brushes against my bottom lip. I find the top of his trunks and push them away, desperate to feel skin on skin.

Oli works with me until he’s kicking the sodden shorts away and out of the shower area, groaning low in his chest as my hands find his cock, already hard and twitching in my hands.

“Fuck, princess. You are — Fuck!” Praising into our kiss, he bucks into my touch when one of my hands strokes his tip while the other squeezes tight around the base, putting pressure on his growing knot.

I chuckle to myself, pleased to catch him off guard. Stepping back, I bend at the waist, my mouth closing around his dripping tip. He’s so tall that I don’t have to bend far, the water landingon my back and my head as I bob up and down, taking more of him into my throat with each pass. Oli’s chest heaves, his hands hanging limply for a moment as he just basks in the pleasure I’m giving him. My pussy clenches again, and I can almost sense my thighs becoming slick with more than water as I revel in the rush of power.

One low growl is my warning before Oli’s tattooed hand is in my hair, his fingers tangling with the length until he’s got a good grip and can pull me away, my lips making a salaciouspopas I release his cock. Then his mouth is back on mine, my knees going weak with the force of the kiss. I lift a hand to stroke him, but then he’s grabbing my wrist and pulling it behind my back. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to make me go still.

“You think you’re cute, trying to get me to come before I’ve had a chance to fuck you,” he snarls, a bit of a teasing laugh punctuating his words.

“I wasn’t. That...” I trail off in a shuddering gasp as his lips find the tender patch of skin on my neck, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Eli told me omegas’ scent glands are pretty sensitive. Is that true, princess? Does it feel good when I do this?” Oli asks right before his teeth clamp around that spot.

I release a moan that would make a whore blush, grabbing at his shoulders as my legs wobble. He laughs as he pulls his teeth away from me, licking away the hurt. His hands release me as he sinks down to his knees until he’s looking up at me with enough heat to set a house on fire. Running a hand up either leg, the light touch makes me shiver and my eyes flutter closed. But a sharp bite to my inner thigh has me gasping and looking back down.

“Eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away,” he orders sharply. The tone alone has pussy twitching and clit throbbing.

I nod mutely, not sure I could speak if my life depended on it. He rubs a thumb over his bite mark, smirking again.

“Good girl,” he mutters, then lifts one of my legs to drape it over his shoulder, his other hand coming up to trace lightly over the seam of my core. “So fucking wet. All for me?”

I nod again, swallowing hard as I struggle to keep my balance and also keep my eyes open. Though with each teasing brush of his fingers over where I want him, the stronger the urge becomes for me to defy his order and find out the consequences. But that would mean he stops, and I can’t fathom that right now.

A single digit slips easily into my channel, and I suck in a sharp breath, hands going out for something to hold on to, only to land on the top of his head. He purrs even as he leans in, his eyes never leaving mine as he licks a long stripe over my clit, moaning at the first taste. His finger continues moving slowly, pumping in and out of my core. I want to throw my head back when Oliver finally latches onto my clit, to fall deep into the pleasure coursing through my veins before my mind wanders off. But strangely, focusing on Oliver’s eyes grounds me, the water falling around me almost cool with how flushed I am. The first current of release swirls in my stomach, my nipples hard and aching for attention even as another finger slides in right along with the first.

“Oli, please…” I clench his dark hair in my fist.

Oliver moans at the tug, and the vibration goes straight to my spine and hits my brain like a bolt of lightning. My standing leg is shaking, and I whine, an honest-to-God omega whine. The first I’ve let out in a long time. I’d almost forgotten how effective it is around alphas, but I can’t deny the heady rush I get when Oliver stops immediately and pulls back and gets to his feet, his hands coming to my jaw to look into my eyes.

“What’s wrong,ma reine?” he asks seriously, eyes searching my face. My cheeks grow hot with an embarrassed flush.

“I’m okay. Just...you were teasing me. I need... I want...” I trail off, looking away.

But a growl and a tilt of my head has me looking back at Oli’s golden eyes, the fire back with a vengeance.

“You are a needy little thing today. First, the poolside drink service, and now this?” he questions, a strange lift to his voice I can’t quite identify.

My stomach squirms, and I’m not sure how to react. But thankfully, I’m saved from the mental anguish as Oli leans in and kisses me thoroughly. His tongue tastes like raspberries and spices, a sweet and smokey flavor that has me growing wetter. I let him walk us back until I’m pressed against the cool tile wall to one side of the shower knobs. His hips are flush with mine, his cock twitching against my stomach.

“Say it, princess. Tell me,” Oliver pants between kisses.

“I need you,” I reply, not needing clarification.

“What do you need? Tell me.”

His hand skates down my side, helping me hoist one leg and then the other up over his hips, leaving me open with his cock poised at my entrance.

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