Page 12 of Marigold Run

The water is hot, making me sigh with instant relief.

“Does it feel good?” Izan chuckles as he steps under the water with me.

It’s not a small shower—the space is large enough to hold two, maybe three alphas at once—but Izan stands impossibly close to me. Crowding me.

“Relax, Mari,” he whispers, resting his hands on my hips. “I won’t hurt you.”

Determined to get through this, I grit my teeth and close my eyes as Izan begins to wash me. His touch is unexpectedly gentle, and the soapy water feels good as he caresses my arms and back. The big alpha even washes my hair before turning me around to face the opposite wall. I rest my cheek against the cold white tile as he cleans my shoulders, all the way down to the curve of my ass. His fingers feel unusually good against my skin, and for a moment, I forget I’m dreading this.

“Spread your legs,” Izan whispers in my ear. “I need to clean all of you.”

Fear tightens my gut, but I do as I’m told, spreading my legs for him. I tense as his soapy fingers glide across my folds. Then he cups between my legs, holding my mound.

“How does that feel?” His mouth is right at my ear, his words warm and rumbly. “Do you feel clean?”

My instant reaction is to say no, so he’s forced to spend hours cleaning me, but there’s no point in putting this off. I traded my body to escape Havenfield. And if I don’t let Izan fuck me, he’ll definitely return me.

A swift tremble works through me and I spin to face my new alpha. Swallowing hard, I tip my chin up, looking Izan in the eyes. “Take me,” I say firmly.

Izan’s dark eyes flash and then he moves.

I gasp as he places one arm under my ass and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. With breathtaking speed, I’m carried into the bedroom. My hands tremble against Izan’s shoulders, but I can’t let my fear show.

“Omega,” Izan growls as he gently lays me in the center of the blue bedspread. Heat radiates from his muscular body as he crawls over me, planting one hand next to my head. “Open that pretty mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

Intent not to think and just obey, I stick out my tongue, shocked when he sucks it into his mouth. He moans aroundthe wet muscle, before plunging into me, kissing me hard. My body instantly responds despite the apprehension swirling in my head. Slick gathers between my legs and my nipples grow hard.

What’s happening doesn’t feel bad, in fact, it feels rather good, but it doesn’t really matter. Alphas don’t care if their partners like the things they do to them.

“Let me taste that pussy.” Izan breaks the kiss, leaning up. Not wanting him to see the ugly marks on my body, I grab the back of his neck, holding him to me.

“No,” I say forcefully, then I realize how ridiculous it is to expect an alpha not to look at his omega. “Can we…” I lick my suddenly very dry lips, feeling overly exposed and very foolish.

Why did I think this was a good idea?

Why didn’t I try harder to escape Havenfield?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Can we turn off the lights?” I ask, praying Izan won’t laugh at me.

“The lights?” His green eyes search mine as a twinge of worry settles between his brows.

“Yes.” My voice is so small and shaky. I want to shift away from the alpha, but I’m trapped beneath his monstrous body. “Can we turn off the lights?” I point at the weird lamp sitting on the nightstand. The base looks like it’s made of marble or stone, black and white swirling together.

Izan’s hand moves to cup my face, and I flinch without meaning to. “Of course, omega,” he murmurs, then he lifts off of me. I take the opportunity to pull in several deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down.

There’s no getting out of this, I remind myself.But you can do it. Do it for Stefan.

The room goes dark with only the soft light from a single flickering candle sitting on the dresser. The blackout curtains keep out the sun or moonlight—I have no idea what time it is.

“Better?” The bed dips as Izan crawls back over me. He pauses at my middle, looking down at my sex. I squeeze my legs together, praying he can’t see my scars. “Do you want me to lick you?” He slips one hand over my hip. “It might relax you.”

“No.” I paw at his shoulders, trying to pull him up my body. “I don’t like that.” His cock taps against my stomach as he moves over me, and I squeeze my into fists tight balls as they rest against his shoulders.

“You don’tliketo be eaten out?” His eyes widen at my confession.

My mind races, not sure what to say. Will he force himself between my legs, slobbering all over my sex? Will he force me to kiss his slick-covered mouth, or will he want to lap up his cum, then spit it all over my face? Alphas do horrible things in the heat of sex.

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