Page 35 of Lyric

“I can't do the backs of your legs in this position,” I said softly.

I immediately regretted my words. They were so rational as I tried to keep my tone flat, and it seemed to take the magic out of everything.

Slowly, Jinn let go and turned all the way from me as I knelt on one knee and started washing the backs of his legs. When I got to his ankles, he hopped on one foot as if he was losing his balance. He turned again to grab me at the shoulder and now I was face to face with that sweet bobbing erection.

“Ohh, sorry.”

“You are fine.”

I brought the cloth up over one thigh and washed the front of his legs, though he’d already done that himself, all while trying not to stare. It was impossible not to see his need and refrain from responding. If I hadn't been kneeling, the tent in my own pants would have been quite visible.

Slowly, I brought the cloth up and soaped around his hips.

Jinn let out a soft moan.

I glanced up and saw his head had fallen back. His grip tightened on my shoulders and his mouth fell open. What a beautiful omega.

I got so caught up in his beauty that my hand slipped, and the cloth brushed against his cock.

“Lyric,” he whispered.

He liked it. If I let the cloth slip again, maybe that would be okay. Which was exactly what I did.

“Lyric,” he said again. “You don't have to...”

But I did. I had to. I wanted to.

I had one knee down on the tile and the other bent upward. In a whisper, I said, “Bend your knee and lean it against mine. Hold on to my shoulders.”

“Ohh, Lyric.”

I took his response as consent.

I created a cocoon with the cloth and encased his hardness. Then I started moving my hand back and forth.

He hissed and canted his hips.

“There you go,” I said softly. “There you go.”

It didn't take long. I felt the pulse of him through the cloth. The tip of his cock was stretched tight, and I couldn't resist running my thumb right over the tip. At that moment, his cock throbbed, and pale omega elixir spurted out.

I ran the cloth over the front of his cock and caught most of it. A tiny pearl of it rested on my pant leg. It shone in the gold shower light like a little precious bead.

With my free hand, I reached down and wiped it up with my forefinger. Before I even knew what I was doing, I put my finger to my lips, stuck out my tongue and licked it up.

Sweet delirium. The honey of him spread over my tongue and down my throat. Still kneeling before him, I bowed my head. I must have looked like some kind of supplicant at his feet. Begging. Needy.

See? You agree he is ours.

“Lyric.”

My name on his lips again. I would never tire of it.

I gathered up all my remaining strength and stood, pushing him deeper into the shower stall and grabbing the shower unit to rinse him clean. The entire time the soap was washing down the drain, Jinn held on to my shoulders. His head was bowed, dark hair scattered across his eyes. He either wouldn't look at me or couldn't.

When his skin was clear and clean, I turned off the unit and set it aside. The entire shower had taken about ten minutes. I leaned forward and picked him up the same way I'd carried him up the stairs. Only this time he was wet and naked in my arms, and I hugged him tightly to me.

Small sighs escaped his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my neck. Then I knew. Lyrican was right. He'd always been right. Jinn was ours.

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