Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
It's near impossible to focus on anything else other than each other’s bodies as we stand under the spray of the shower.
Conall’s touch is both gentle and teasing as he runs his soapy hands over my body. I know that I was well and truly clean ten passes ago but I don’t stop him.
Because while he is teasing me, I am returning the favor.
I have become well and truly acquainted with the hard planes of his chest and biceps. If he wasn’t covered in soap, I would have traced him with my tongue.
At least it gives me something to wait for the next time we do this, because there will be a next time. One time with Conall like this just isn’t enough.
I need more.
Maybe next time I will have enough courage to work up to more with him. Although the thought of him putting that cock anywhere near me is terrifying. Especially after all of these years.
My body is desperate for it though. Even after two orgasms, I’m still desperate for more.
I would never tell Conall that. The man would be way too pleased with just how much he is able to wring out of my body.
Eventually, we stop teasing each other and rinse our bodies off. Cal gets out first and hands me a towel.
We smile like teenagers at one another as he follows me into my bedroom. Dropping my towel to the floor, I put an extra swing into my step as I walk to my dresser. Cal groans, the sound only heightening as I bend at the waist.
“You are a tease, Little Devil.”
I chuckle as I sift through my draws. Remembering that Cal doesn’t have anything clean to change into, I find my biggest pair of sweats and throw them to him.
“I know that they will probably be way too tight on you but they should do until I can get your clothes washed and dried.”
Cal just shrugs his shoulders and drops his towel as he pulls the sweats on.
What would normally swim on me is ridiculously tight on Cal’s much bigger body. I may have curves but it is nothing on the sheer size of the Alpha.
I am both slightly turned on and almost unable to hold back a laugh at the indecency of Cal’s cock print.
No amount of adjusting fixes the issue and eventually he gives up right at the same time I burst out laughing.
His head shoots up at me and he hits me with a puzzled look that only makes me laugh even more. Finding my phone where I discarded it on my dresser, I quickly open the camera and snap a picture.
Cal’s face turns from questioning to mischievous as he takes a menacing step towards me.
“My nickname is right for you. You are a little devil.”
I go to run but Cal quickly catches me in his arms, lifting and spinning me as we both laugh.
We collapse on the bed in a heap, both still chuckling.
I sigh as I sink into Cal’s arms. He positions me so I am half laying on him. Bringing a hand up, I trace my fingers over his chest drawing shapes in his skin causing the flesh to pebble yet again.
It’s becoming dangerously addicting eliciting this kind of response from him.
Everything that seems to involve this Alpha is becoming addicting.
I want more. I want to know more about this man. Who he is at his core. How he likes his coffee in the mornings. What role he takes in the Syndicate.
It wasn’t overly surprising to find out that not only is Conall a part of the mafia, but also Olis and Vic are.
The way that Vic dresses takes a lot of the guessing away. He looks the part of a Mafia Don.
The idea of these men doing something so illegal and frowned upon by society seems to be even more of a turn on.
There is no way that I could run from them. While some would be terrified, it makes me feel safer somehow.
Because the men that hurt me weren’t like them. They were just business men with bank accounts big enough to destroy lives.
But these three men? Well, they are big enough to destroy lives with nothing but their bare hands.
Maybe I am delusional for thinking that I will be safer with them. That allowing both me and my daughter in their presence is a good idea.
My instincts have never led me astray so far. I mean they were screaming at me to run the night of my sixteenth birthday. But right now? They are telling me to trust them. That we will be okay.
“What are you thinking about, Little Devil?”
I smile at the nickname. At first I didn’t know what to think of it but it has now grown on me.
“Just thinking about everything. What this is between us. Whether I can trust you three or not. If I am stupid to believe that I can actually get a happy ending.”
Bringing a hand up to my chin, he lifts my head until we are face to face.
“No matter what is to happen between us, you deserve your happily ever after. You deserve it more than anyone.”
I sigh as I continue to trace shapes in his skin.
“I’m trying to convince myself of that but it is hard. After years of denying myself any kind of happiness, it feels surreal to allow myself this. To open myself up to you, leaving me vulnerable and raw was one of the scariest things I have ever done.”
He caresses his hand over my face.
“I’m so fucking thankful that you trusted your heart with me like that, Valley. Being the person that you open up to in that way is an honor. One I will treasure for the rest of my life.”
I smile at him before bringing my hands up to hide my face. Why does this man know to say all of the right things? If my resolve wasn’t already crumbling, he would have made a big step in getting closer.
“What do we do about telling Vic and Olis everything? They are your pack and I know that means they are a package deal.”
Conall makes me find his eyes again. “Do you want them too?”
I pause for a moment and allow myself to really think instead of just jumping to agree.
It's clear that there is something between both Vic and I as well as Olis and I. While I have had limited time with Olis, I know that there is something there. Something that I know I would kick myself over if I didn’t.
It's a spark, one I refuse to not answer.
Eventually, I nod. Cal smiles down at me, pulling me into his body more, if that was even possible.
“We take it at your pace. When you are ready to tell them everything, I will be right there supporting you every step of the way.”
I nod. “Do you think they will be mad?”
Cal ponders it over for a moment before he looks back at me. “They might take a moment to mull it over completely and everything that it means but I don’t think they will be mad at you, no. At the situation? Absolutely.”
I shiver as Cal continues, “We should be thankful that you killed those Alphas, Little Devil.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Olis has never liked Alphas who hurt Omegas. It was only heightened when Gwen was killed. To say it would be a bloodbath is an understatement.”
I shiver again but there is a hint of arousal there. An interested quirk of Cal’s eyebrow lets me know he clocked that reaction, storing it away for a later date. I try to act casually but there is no denying the thought of an Alpha going to war for me like that.
“No matter what happens, I will be there for you,” he murmurs, placing a kiss against my forehead.
We continue to talk before Cal eventually starts to drift off to sleep. Bringing a hand up, I thread my fingers through the gray strands, unable to hold back from teasing the slight curls that have been calling for me for days now.
It's only seconds before his eyes relax completely and his eyes shut.
I lose track of time as I continue to play with the strands and admire him as he slumbers.
Eventually, my own eyes begin to slowly shut and I fall into a dreamless sleep.