Page 105 of Knot So Broken

“Hot,” I chuckle, looking at the two Alphas who are undoubtedly out to it.

Theo laughs quietly as he makes his way towards our cuddle pile. Carefully he moves each of the Alphas' limbs so I am able to escape their hold. He pulls me up into his arms, carrying me towards the bathroom in a bridal style hold.

“How many days has it been?”

“Six,” Theo replies as he opens the bathroom door before setting me down on the vanity.

Reaching into the shower, he turns on the taps, allowing it to heat up.

My eyes widen in disbelief. Six days for a heat is completely unheard of. Normally heats only last three days, four on an occasion, but six?!

Theo must feel the panic through the bond as he steps between my legs, “It's okay, baby. I contacted Maddox and he said with the way that your heat was delayed, he's not surprised that it was this long. But if you want to be sure, we can organise an appointment to see him?”

I nod, relaxing at his forethinking, “I would like that. I just want to be sure that everything is okay after... well, everything.”

Theo agrees, as he sheds his sweats, “I was hoping that you would say that. Maddox has already been sent through the details of the drug given to you. I think as a safety precaution, it would be best that you get a check over.”

Theo picks me up again, this time my legs and arms wrap around him as he steps into the shower.

The water burns but it feels perfect against my skin. I have no doubt that my Alphas would have taken excellent care of me through my heat but it's nice to feel the sweat, cum and slick washed off my body.

I rest my head on Theo’s chest as we embrace each other, neither of us wanting to let go. Instead, we breathe each other in.

It's just him, the water, and me.

It feels peaceful after so much chaos. Where everything is quiet. There's no outside pressure.

It's just an Alpha and his Omega.

Eventually I drop from around his waist, turning to collect some of the body wash I know he likes. Taking a few pumps, I rub my hands together before returning them to his chest. I rub the soap suds over his either body.

There is nothing sexual about the move but I can feel just how much I need to do this.

He has cared for me so perfectly that I now need to return the favour.

Once I am done, I pull him under the spray, washing him off. Not giving me a chance to reach for my own soap, he takes a few pumps from the soap I have come to adore before running his hands over my body. I have to ignore the way that his touch feels on my skin. The movements are featherlight and teases me endlessly. I ignore all of my urges though. After days and days of debauchery, I need this tender moment.

Next, he grabs the shampoo, scrubbing at my scalp before pushing my head under the water and rinsing.

Gently pulling me back to him, he grabs the conditioner, massaging my head as he rubs the vanilla scent into my hair. I’m unable to hold back a groan, the feeling just too good not to verbalize.

He chuckles but says nothing else as he keeps going for longer than I am sure a hairdresser would.

Eventually, he guides me back under the spray, allowing me to rinse off completely.

Once done, he turns the tap off, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping me up. I go to step out of the shower but he is already there, lifting me up again and sitting me back on the vanity.

He is silent as he searches through the drawers, finding the cleanser I had been using.

He is delicate with his touch as he goes through the entire skin care routine. He doesn’t stop there, as he places me on the edge of the tub and runs a brush through the wet ends.

My heart feels full as I watch him in the mirror. His gaze is narrowed on exactly what he is doing. It makes me wonder where he learnt all of this.

At my question he laughs, still brushing out the ends.

“My mother was adamant that she taught us from a very early age on how to take care of an Omega. It was no question that Jax and I would become Alphas so she wanted us to know the ins and outs so the day that our time came, we would know how to treat her right.”

His smile is sad and it breaks my heart, “I wish I could have met her.”

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