Page 34 of Lyric

“Don't. I won't splash, I promise.”

Again came that overwhelming feeling of wanting to hold him close. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. Or my eyes.

Jinn looked away as he put his hand under the soap dispenser and began rubbing it all over his chest and shoulders. Slowly. Was it on purpose? That was a ridiculous question to think. His whole body was sore. He had to move slow so as not to irritate his aching limbs. I realized he hadn't taken the prescription that I'd had delivered. They were pain pills, and I vowed to make sure he'd take one after his shower.

As he rubbed soap further down his body, my own skin heated. He moved on to his thighs and legs. The adhesive bandages stuck which meant we wouldn't have to worry about rebandaging him for a little while, at least.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't gathered together anything for him to wear. I glanced around the bathroom. I had plenty of towels, but he couldn't live wearing those. I spied my robe on the hook by the door. It would be big on him, but he could wear it fastened tight, and it would keep him warm and covered.

His feet were dark with mud stains. I watched as he washed between each toe. I reached out and grabbed a clean washcloth from the counter and extended it into the shower.

He glanced up and took it, eyebrows raised. “That'll help.”

Now the cleanup job went faster. I couldn't say I was extremely pleased since I didn’t want the sight of him washing himself to end, but it was for the best.

When he finished his front, he stared at the washcloth with a confused look.

“Almost done?”

He looked up. “Could you… would you, umm, maybe wash my back?”

“No problem at all.”

I toed off my shoes, which I’d put on without socks, and walked into the shower fully dressed. I took the washcloth from his hand, soaked it up fresh, then helped him up to stand on one foot.

“Don't be afraid to put your arms around me if you need to… if you feel like you're falling.”

He turned to face away from me but not before I got another glance it his beautiful arousal. He smelled like the soap, but also of tender young flowers growing in freshly tilled earth, precious and sweet and new. Omega scent. It couldn't be helped. Salivagathered in my mouth. I wasn't the lecherous type, just a normal alpha.

As he stood with his hand behind him, palm pressing against my stomach to keep his balance, I began to run the cloth up and down his back trying to be as gentle as possible. Up close and personal, with no danger present, I was able to really look at him. At the silken beauty of his nearly hairless skin. At the way the muscles of his back pressed against his shoulder blades, and how his spine showed in little bumps due to his youthful omega leanness.

His ribs narrowed to a trim little waist that led to narrow hips, young and abiding. His ass curved out and the rounded globes bagged for my palms to caress and encase them. Knead them and massage them. Spread them.

The ache inside me grew. I wanted this traumatized little omega. I should have felt ashamed.

I moved the cloth down to his tailbone where the crevice of his ass began. My hand froze.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes.” His voice trembled in a damp whisper.

“You don't sound too sure.” I slowly rubbed the cloth back and forth as if gentling him.

Without warning, he leaned his damp head against my still clothed chest. The water seeped through to my bare skin but barely cooled. He turned his head and his cheek rested against my breastbone.

I couldn't breathe.

And I couldn't stop, either.

Slowly, I drew the cloth over his tailbone and between those two delicious cheeks. His head moved away as he bent at the waist to allow me more access. The soapiness of the cloth smoothed my way. The edge of my thumb brushed delicate, firm skin.

The top of my head felt light, as if it was a lid about to open and let part of my brain simply fly away.

Lower and lower I went. My knuckles brushed the backside of his balls. A part of me thought: He's letting me do this. Another part of me worried it was all me and I had gone too far. And then there was Lyrican. His joy seeped through my entire body like a fizzy drink tickling all over.

Jinn brought his hand back to my waist and gripped tightly at my shirt all the while trying to keep his backside to me.

I didn't want to ruin the moment, but at the same time I felt like I was the one who had to remain somewhat in control.

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