Chapter 21
Twenty-One
Polly
I n the end, I gave him closer to fifteen minutes before I summoned the lady balls to go inside. I’d talked myself in and out of the whole thing at least ten times in those fifteen minutes, but the certainty I felt that Max was the right person—and wouldn’t care if I had no freaking clue what I was doing—prevailed over every other possible embarrassing scenario I imagined.
The house was still silent, and my bond with Llew told me he was annoyed and bored, but still not home. I was kind of relieved. Not that I thought he’d be mad about what was going to happen, but because I wanted to avoid the awkwardness of… everything.
“Max?”
“Down here!”
I walked through to the back of the house, where my bedroom was. When I didn’t see him in my suite, I walked further down the hall to the main bathroom. I could smell the sweet scent of flowers, and the gentle splash of water. Opening the door, I stepped hesitantly inside.
There must have been twenty small candles lit around the room. The tub was filled to the brim, the sweet-scented water milky, with rose petals floating on top. In the soft glow of candlelight, it looked magical.
A shirtless Max stood beside the tub, a soft smile on his face. “This is a little cliché, but it’s cliché for a reason.” He moved around toward me, mesmerizing me with the way his muscles all seemed to flex. “Are you still sure? I promise you, if you’ve changed your mind, I won’t be mad. I’ll walk out of here satisfied, knowing you’re enjoying the bath I provided.”
His concern only solidified my decision. Nodding, I reached out and stroked my fingers down the strong muscles of his abdominals. Llew was the only naked man I’d ever touched, and while he was all hard muscle, he wasn’t defined like this. He was solid like a tree. Max was more solid like one of those Grecian statues.
He stood still as my fingers explored the ridges and lines of his body, his breathing even, but the heat in his eyes almost burning against my skin. I traced the line that went from his hip, angling down towards the waistband of his shorts, and he grabbed my wrist, letting out a low grunt.
“Beautiful, if you explore down there, we’re never making it to the tub.” He cleared his throat, heaving in some deep breaths. “Can I undress you?”
I licked my lips, my mouth dry, but I nodded. I was wearing a pair of yoga pants; the Leaders would have had a heart attack if they’d seen me in these back in the Homestead. They hugged every part of my lower half in a way that was almost obscene. Maybe that’s why I liked them so much. They were a giant fuck you to Leader Malakai and the hell he’d created. Plus, they were super comfortable.
All thoughts of yoga pants and Leader Malakai fled my brain as Max’s fingers brushed beneath the bottom of my tank top. I held my breath as he dragged it up, his knuckles brushing up along my sides until he was tugging the top over my head. I stood there in my new cotton bra and tried not to blush.
“Fuck…” he breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Polly. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I possess not to just tear your clothes off, prop you on the vanity, and fuck you senseless.” He wrapped his hands around my sides, then trailed them back down my body until he hooked the waistband of my yoga pants. Lowering himself to his knees and dragging the band down, he kissed little lines across my stomach. My lungs were burning, and I realized I was still holding my breath. I sucked in a much-needed breath, and when he tapped the back of my knee, I lifted one foot, then the other.
My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I stood before him in my plain cotton underwear, and he was on his knees in front of me. He was so beautiful down there, his eyes trained on my face, even as his hands moved their way up the back of my calves, then my thighs, until they were cupping my butt.
He dropped his head and groaned. Then he got to his feet, his hands still on my ass, and lifted me until we were mouth to mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and it wasn’t my imagination how perfectly we fit together. He kissed me with so much… I couldn’t even describe it. He kissed me like he needed me to live. Like oxygen wasn’t as important to him as the taste of my lips.
I kissed him back, fumbling and not nearly as practiced, but he didn’t seem to care. I gripped his strong shoulders as he walked me back toward the huge tub, which could fit us both easily in its depths. He held me like I weighed nothing, kissing me deeply, for so long that I was seeing stars.
When he finally pulled back, he let me go. His hands went to the waistband of his shorts, and I watched with rapt attention as he pushed them down, his hard cock springing free as they slid down his thighs.
Transfixed, I stared at his cock. Like his body, his cock was different to Llew’s. Not as giant, but still thick and hard. And long. So long. I reached out, stroking my hand up its length. He hissed between his teeth, his eyes closing as he dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. Had that hurt him?
I dragged my hand back up, and he wrapped his fingers around mine. “That feels so fucking good, but if you keep it up, I’m going to come already and embarrass myself.” He lifted my hand to his neck, stepping closer. His arms slipped around my back, unhooking my bra. It fell down my arms, baring my boobs to the air, and he moaned. Like he couldn’t help himself, his hands slid to the front, and he cupped their weight. “Oh, baby. Fuck, these are some beautiful tits. Can I taste them?”
I nodded. Uh, heck yeah.
His lips slid down my collarbone to my chest, then over my nipple. He sucked gently, and I moaned so loudly, it echoed around the bathroom. I was almost too distracted by his mouth to realize he was slipping me out of my underwear.
At least, until his fingers were swiping through my slick lips. He groaned again, popping his lips off my nipple and resting his forehead against my chest. “You’re so slick for me already. I haven’t been this close to losing control since losing my own virginity.” As he was speaking, his fingers were stroking gently across my clit, making it hard to concentrate on his words.
Without another word, he swooped me up into his arms and stepped easily into the tub. He lowered us into the water, which felt like an impressive feat of core strength. The water was a perfect temperature and scented with something floral. Once I was in the water, he spun me gently until my back was to his front, letting me lean back and use him as a backrest. It was both intimate and casual.
The tub was deep enough that my body could float gently without touching the bottom or the sides, with Max’s arm wrapped around my torso. I was wedged hard to his body, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He hooked his calves around my ankles, pulling my knees apart. Then he did nothing but let us soak.
I was both relaxed and electrified. Every lap of water against my sensitive core felt amplified tenfold. His hand running over my torso was lazy and unhurried, and my nerves turned into something more languid. More sensual.
His slippery fingers slid back over my breasts, rolling the tight buds between his thumb and forefinger. His lips pressed against the nape of my neck, right over the pulse point, that place that made my Omega whine in my chest.
“Max…” I breathed.
“Yes, Polly?” The way he said my name was like a prayer.
“Touch me?”
He growled deep in his chest and pulled me further up his body, until the hand that had been playing with my breasts slipped between my thighs. He strummed my clit, circling it achingly slowly. “You’re so soft. I bet you’re sweet too, aren’t you? I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. Open wider for me,” he murmured.
I did, spreading my thighs, close to begging for his fingers. He didn’t make me beg, though.
“Has Llew been playing with this sweet little pussy? Has he been stretching it, preparing you for your heat and his knot?” He slid one finger inside me, curling it gently, stroking with the same languid movements as he stroked my skin. But so much better, especially when his thumb brushed across my clit at the same leisurely pace.
I wanted to hurry him, to chase down that pleasurable feeling inside me like a wolf chasing its prey, but I didn’t. I trusted my Beta, and I let him play my body like an instrument. He slid another finger inside me, which was more than I’d done with Llew. Llew liked to use his tongue to fuck me, which I enjoyed.
But the feeling of Max’s two thick fingers inside me was different. More. He moved them faster now, and my moans began to echo off the wall, especially as he plucked at my nipples with his other hand.
Oh god.
“I can feel your pretty, wet pussy squeezing my fingers, baby. You’re getting close, aren’t you? Can you feel that pleasure right there?” I nodded vigorously, and he stroked his fingers faster. That feeling, that low ache that stole my breath, was just there. “Reach out and take it, Omega. I want you to come for me,” he growled, and I did.
I clenched down on his fingers so hard, I wondered if I might break them. I came in long waves that shook my body and made my toes curl. He stroked me through it, and when it was almost too much, he pulled out his fingers. He kissed across my shoulders, whispering things that my blissed-out brain couldn’t really comprehend.
“I want to slide my cock inside you right now, sweetheart, but the first time I have you, I want to see your beautiful face.”
He stood, climbing out of the bath and grabbing a towel. He was beautiful, naked and wet, with water dripping down his body like a work of art. When he returned, he scooped me out of the water and wrapped me in a towel.
Then he kissed me with so much feeling, it made tears well. I wasn’t sure how I knew what he was telling me, that this meant everything to him, but I did.
He swept me up into his arms. “I’m going to make love to you now,” he whispered, and there were a million promises in his words.