Page 74 of Wicked Truths

Ohmigod, I think my fever just spiked.

That’s not okay.

I am not okay.

Clearly this is what a wave of heat feels like. Today is only the second day that I haven’t had the suppressants, but holy hell, my body responds in a way I’m not one hundred percent ready for.

“Are you going to let me take care of you, little one?” Hawk’s gruff voice sends a shiver down my spine. My head nods before I can even think it through. He hits his knees between my thighs as his warm, calloused hands tease my skin. My palm flies to cover my face as I catch a whiff of my perfume. It radiates around me so clearly there’s zero possible way his senses can miss the invitation. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. There’s nothing in the world that smells as good to me as you do.” His hands slide up my thighs and over my hips, but he stalls at the bottom of the pajama tank top Sullivan brought for me to change into earlier. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah,” I agree, but my voice sounds weird and sultry.

Hawk moves to pull off my shirt, but he does it in the way that has his skin sliding across mine. His thumbs flick the underside of my breasts as he yanks my top up and off, tossing it behind me. His light blue eyes stare into mine as my nipples pebble in the cool air.

“How about these?” he asks, biting his thick lower lip. Jesus Christ, was his wife an idiot? She must have been. I’ve never seen this particular look on his face before, but now that I have, it’s burned into my retinas. I’ll never be able to forget how he looks waiting with anticipation and maybe a little need. “Oakley?” His head tilts as his fingers brush over my bare stomach, and I curve toward him.

“Yeah? Wait, isn’t the water still running?”

“Oh, shit.” He chuckles, standing to his full height as he pulls me up like I weigh nothing. I might be on the slender side for an omega, but I’m still a solid one hundred and fifty pounds, or maybe a hundred and sixty considering all the junk food I’ve consumed during this tour. His warm breath fans over my chest as he works down my shorts and panties. My hands land on his stomach and he grins. “I guess it’s only fair, huh?”

“Yeah.” I nod wildly as my fingers slide into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Hawk helps me get everything down and kicks his jeans the rest of the way off. My eyes stay on his. I’m so out of my depth with anything to do with physical intimacy. I do feel confident when it comes to Marcus, but there’s a level of familiarity with us that built over time.

Hawk moves so fast, one second, I’m staring up at him, and the next, he’s cradling me like a bride and walking us into the spacious bathroom. It’s incredible and fits the decor of the resort perfectly. The floor is cream tile with light gray paint on the walls. There’s a separate shower, which looks large enough to safely house an entire pack. It has a huge bench that I bet has seen its fair share of action.

Hawk places me back on my feet.

I try unsuccessfully to keep my gaze off his tight ass in the mirror as he leans over to shut off the water. My eyes bug when I catch sight of the massive tattoo covering his entire back.

I spin around to get a better look.

There’s a lion’s head at the top, and its mane covers his shoulders and the tops of his arms. I guess I never noticed it because he’s always wearing a shirt when I see him. There’s a dragon that goes in a semi-circle at the bottom of the lion and a phoenix rising from a smoky fire going down the right side of his back. Pieces circle around toward his front, and the same is true for the wolf on the left side.

I’m drawn toward him. My fingers brush down the flames the phoenix is being reborn from. “Holy shit.”

Hawk spins around, and his cock bumps my soft lower stomach. “Want to test the water to make sure it’s a decent temperature for you?” I nod, but I’m still a little transfixed by how thick his cock feels against my skin. That might be a problem. He’s got over a foot in height on me. No, that’s ridiculous. Alpha and omega biology are designed to fit. “Come on, little one. I need to get you clean, so we can focus on the nest.” He spins us around until I’m facing the tub and wraps his hand in mine, gently tugging me toward the water.

Oh holy shit, his shaft feels even more massive against my ass.

“It’s good.” I run my fingers through the warm water. It’s not scalding, which is good because I need to keep my fever down. It’s like my brain has tunnel vision on alpha cock because being knotted will likely help soothe my system more than a bath. I shake my head, desperately trying to keep from embarrassing myself.

“All right, let me climb in first.” He steps around me and into the water. The height immediately rises several inches as he leans back against the edge. I’m still bent over like a total goof. “Come on, sweet girl.” He holds out an arm. Without thinking, I scramble right into the tub, and Hawk chuckles as I end up in his lap. “Hmm, I was going to have you lie back against my chest while I wash your hair, but this isn’t a bad view either.” The tub is super fancy to match the style of the bathroom. There’s a handheld sprayer hanging from a hook on the side, and Hawk’s cock bounces around my backside as he stretches to grab it. His other hand slides up my back. A breathtaking smile crosses his face. “Go ahead and lean back for me, little one.” He pushes just above my ass, and my pussy slides around his pelvis. “Fuck me.”

I nod because getting dirty sounds so much more exciting than getting clean.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Hawk

My impulses are a fucking disaster. I’ve always been a caregiver, but it’s pretty damn clear Oakley has other needs that have to be met. It takes everything in me to ignore the way her cunt grinds over the base of my shaft as I rinse her hair. My grip on her back slides up to support her neck, and when her hair is saturated, I pull her up.

My thumb flicks over the button to shut off the wand, and I set it down before grabbing the shampoo.

Oakley’s hands tremble against my chest as I soap her hair. The water and shampoo help to dilute her scent, which is a good thing.

I’m so close to snapping it’s not even funny.

Her heat is coming on quickly, and my body is convinced we know exactly how to take care of her.

It’s probably a bad idea for any of us to be alone with her until we discuss the sample contract that was left in the room. Oakley isn’t a client of The Exchange, so legally she doesn’t have to have a contract, but I get the feeling they wanted a signed copy just to be safe.

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