Page 69 of Knot my Alphas

“Go take your bath. I’ll clean in here until then.”

“I was hoping you’d help,” he says, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

A shy smile curves my lips. “You’re crazy,” I mutter, hiding the blush spreading over my cheeks. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you try anything with me.”

“Oh, come on!” he moans. “Help me out here. I’m so fucking bored.”

I walk past him and enter the bathroom. Moving toward the tub, I switch on the water and rummage in the cabinets, looking for bath bombs and bubble soap.

Julian walks in after a while and stands staring at me as I pour some salt into the water. “This wasn’t the help I was asking for,” he says with an amused look on his face.

“I know exactly what you meant,” I say, lightly hitting his abs.

The gentle nudge is enough to make him gasp out and hold the spot.

He chuckles at the anxious look on my face. “I felt nothing. Ha ha ha...” Sadly, his paling complexion gives him away.

Shaking my head, I move closer to him and start unbuttoning his shirt.

“Now, this is more like it,” he says in a husky voice.

Releasing a sigh, I slide the sleeves down his shoulders and pull the shirt off him.

Ugly bruises mar his otherwise flawless, white skin.

Reaching out, I lightly trace over the dark patches. My gaze memorizes every mark etched on his skin.

“Stop spacing out,” he says, lightly flicking my forehead.

He thinks I’m turned on by the sight of his perfect body, while in reality, I’m silently vowing to make Callahan pay for every bruise on his skin.

Kneeling before him, I undo his trousers and gently pull them down.

More bruises mar his lower abdomen and thighs.

I can only imagine the pain Julian went through to protect me. Tears sting my eyes, so I lower my head and blink rapidly.

“I can’t wait any longer, Wildflower,” he groans. “Touch me...please...”

The whine in his voice jolts me out of my thoughts. A massive lump at the front of his boxers stares me in the face.

I shake my head. Julian’s all fired up while all I can think of is the pain he’s going through right now.

Reaching out, I insert my hand into the waistband of his boxers.

“Oh, yes,” he moans as my fingers wrap around his girth.

Releasing him from the constraints of his boxers, I slowly start pumping him.

A strange, keening noise escapes him, making my head whip up.

An anguished expression is etched on his face.

“Julian! Are you okay?”

“Keep going,” he says, his eyes still tightly shut while his fingers grip the edge of the bathtub tightly.

I start pumping him again but another loud gasp escapes him. His forehead is beaded with sweat. Even his lips have gone pale.

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