"I do.”
Standing in the spraying water was just what my body needed. I was tired and sore from all the pleasure over the last few days. I jumped a little when Griff turned me to start washing my back.
"This okay?" he asked, concern in his tone. His fingers were so gentle as he massaged my aching muscles every movement deliberate.
"What? Yes. I was lost in my head for a moment, enjoying this hot water," I explained as I let my body relax against him.
"I did turn it on to the Hell setting for you. I've heard that is what women set their shower temperatures to," he said.
"It's perfect. I usually start with warm and bump it up to that setting, but it feels wonderful right now," I promised as I pumped some soap to wash my face.
Once I had the soap rinsed free, Griff and I tackled my red locks together. I loved that he had his hands in my hair but I reminded myself that I couldn't jump him in the shower.
"Are you sure that your heat is over?" Griff whispered in my ear. "Your scent is filling up the bathroom."
"Oops, it's your fault. You have your hands all over me. How is an omega supposed to resist her alpha?" I asked. My voice was breathy and I barely bit back a moan. His hands were fucking magical.
"I can stop touching you if that's what you want.”
Absolutely not.
"No," I said a little too fast. "I'll just have to think of something that I find boring until we’re done," I said, trying to conjure mathematical equations in my head. It didn’t help.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Great, now I was facing him and there went my resolve. He pushed me with his body into the spray of water and ran his hand through my hair. It rinsed out the shampoo and he was still too close.
Once he was finished with that task, he kissed my neck, igniting my core once again. His fingers teased down my body as my own hand found his hard cock, stroking soap over him.
“Omega,” he warned. “If you don’t stop, then this shower isn’t going to be quite so relaxing.”
“I don’t know. Feels pretty nice to me,” I breathed out as my lips found his. He caught my mouth in a searing kiss, my bodyresponding with slick. He took full advantage of it, his fingers teasing through my wetness before sliding into my core. His thumb pressed against my clit, hitting it with a hint of pressure each time he pumped his fingers in and out of me.
My own grip tightened, movements frantic as I tried to give my alpha the same relief. We were both so focused the kiss fell away, our foreheads resting together as we both brought the other to a state of pure bliss.
I broke first, my cry echoing on the tile walls as pleasure whipped through me. My knees wobbled but he wrapped his arm around me, holding me close while his cock pulsed as he came, painting the shower in his own release.
“So fucking perfect,” he said. I instantly flushed with pride. They’d said it so much my omega was practically conditioned to melt at the words alone.
"You're evil, you know that, right?" I asked, eyeing my handsome alpha.
He winked at me as he rinsed us both, washing away the evidence of what we’d done. Though, our scents alone were a dead giveaway.
"Naughty girl, I was here to wash you," he said with a hoarse chuckle.
"Turnabouts fair play, huh?" I teased as I pulled him towards me and rubbed my tits on his chest.
"Now you're not playing fair," he said.
"A girl's gotta use what she's got, right?" I asked, pulling back to step into the stream of water and let it rinse away the suds that were left on my body.
This time he looked me over before he moved closer to reach behind. He pulled the lever to cold and that caused me to let out a little shriek. That was just plain mean but I didn't have time to think more on it as Jackson and Cy barreled into the room.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I grumbled, giving Griff a side eye. “Shower time is over. Feed me before your omega gets hangry.”
“We can handle that,” Jackson said, giving Cy a nod. I watched in shock as he rushed forward, knocking Griff right back into the icy spray.
“Gah!” Griff shrieked, his voice suddenly much higher than it was before.