Mine.
All I feel now is the urge to rut her and fill her with my knot, and coming in here was a mistake. A huge mistake.
Roman warned us after all.
Dove’s eyes find me next, and now she covers her breasts, her voice loud and shrill as she screams. “Isaac!”
I cover my eyes, backing to the wall. My hand fumbles for the door knob. “I… I wasn’t looking!”
Oh, but I was. I saw everything. Even the blonde hair between her legs as I resist the urge to giggle.
It looks like she’s blonde all over...
I’m such a bad alpha. Roman will wring me by the neck for sure after this, and Sebastian? Oh, lord. There’s no telling what he will do.
He’s besotted with the little omega, and it looks like I’m dead meat. If I’m really lucky, maybe he will spank me.
After he’s finished spanking Dove.
I have to stop. Have to get out of the bathroom...
I finally shut the door, pressing my back against the wall.
Think unsexy thoughts...
Cold, greasy dishwater. Rotten fish. Responsibilities. Smart, boringpeople who like to read for fun.
There. That ought to get the blood flowing to my brain again.
Dove is silent on the other side of the door, and it takes me a moment to gather myself.
There comes the sound of her soft, feminine voice next. “I-Isaac?”
I clear my throat. “Y-yes?”
Dove sighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I know how it must have looked.”
She’s talking about drowning herself, but I know that’s not what she was doing. She was just enjoying her bath.
“It’s okay. I was just worried about you. But I can see that you’re okay now. More than okay.”
I’m not sure what that last comment is supposed to mean, but I’ve seen her now. A lot of her. I can sleep easier tonight (while I masturbate and think about her wet, naked body).
Dove falls silent, and I can almost feel her eyes on the door. “You... were worried about me?”
There’s no denying the surprise in her tone, and it hurts my heart to think that this omega has never been shown any kindness. I can’t believe we ever wanted to kill her.
We truly are monsters, and Roman will be eating his words one day, I’m sure.
Dove is not dangerous.
I just want to pick her up from that bath and wrap her up in a big, fluffy towel as I dry her in my arms. I’d even let her listen to the sound of my heartbeat again. Anything to make her feel safe and secure.
She seemed to like listening to my heartbeat the first time around.
“Of course. Don’t want you drowning now. You’re not so bad, kitten.”
Smooth.