Isaac
IwaitoutsideDove’s room as she pours herself a hot bath, and steam curls up from beneath her door.
I bite my lip when I envision her stripping down and stepping into that boiling water, her fair, nymph-like skin burning bright red.
Fuck. My knot swells when I just look into her eyes, and I hope she didn’t notice my erection earlier. That is one beautiful-looking omega, and her photograph hardly did her justice.
Never mind angel; Dove is a goddess.
I decided to give her time. It’s probably been a while since she had a nice bath, and who are we to deny her that comfort?
I can just envision my pack brothers waiting downstairs, avoiding each other at all costs. They really aren’t getting along right now, and it will only be a matter of time before a war breaks out between them.
And I will have to be the peacekeeper and stop them.
One day, they will see how much of a blessing Dove truly is. I believe with all my heart that she will be the one to save us. We’re a broken pack, but I think she can fix us again.
And I believe that we can fix her too. That omega needs a friend, someone she can rely on. And I’ll gladly adopt that role for her.
Her scent did something to me back in the forest, and I know that Roman and Sebastian felt the same way too. They’re just in denial.
Not that I mind giving her the time and space she needs to adjust, but it is creeping close to an hour. What is that sweet omega doing in there? Having herself a good time, I bet.
I wonder if she discovered the shower head…
My dick hardens to epic proportions when I think about her playing with herself in the tub, and I chomp down on my fist, trying to steer my thoughts in another direction. No rutting, Roman said, though I can’t help but wonder what my knot would feel like locked between her legs while I gaze into her ocean blue eyes.
Omegas are made for alphas’ knots, and as much as I enjoy my fun time with Sebastian, it could never compare to an omega’s slick cunt.
Fuck. Resisting her really will be hard.
“What’s taking so long?” Roman shouts up the stairs next.
I use my fist to muffle my laughter. “N-nothing, Your Highness...”
Roman really does think he is the king around here. Okay, he did inherit the estate from his grandfather, but still…
He’s not the king of me.
Should I check on Dove? She has been in there an hour now, and Roman is getting hangry.
Just one look wouldn’t hurt, right?
Quietly, I step into the room, creeping toward the bathroom. There are no sounds coming from the other side of the door, not even any splashing.
I bet she’s as red as a lobster right about now, and I try to resist the urge to peek.
I knock on the door. “Hey, Dove?”
No answer, and now my instincts kick in as I feel an overwhelming need to protect that little omega. I storm into the bathroom, gasping when I see her lying beneath the water, her wide blue eyes planted on the ceiling.
“Dove!”
Fuck. I knew something was up. How could I have been so stupid?!
I rush to her side, yet the moment I reach the porcelain lip of the bathtub, she bursts from the water, sending my mind and dick into overdrive.
All the blood rushes to my knot when I spy her small, pert breasts, her nipples taut and dripping wet with steaming water, and a growl rumbles deep in my chest.