The Shower
Cassian
I turn off the water, and the sudden silence in the room is broken by Tansy’s soft, shivering breaths.
Looking down at her cradled against my chest, I take in her pretty face.
She’s stunning, even with the fear still lingering in the corners of her dark brown eyes.
Her cheeks are round, she has a slight, stubborn curve to her nose that I find myself wanting to kiss, and pouty lips that beg to be nipped.
My gaze drifts lower, taking in her soft, wet curves. Big tits and plush thighs that I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my waist.
Her body was made for an alpha’s hands.
Tansy shivers, and a moment later, I feel another glorious wave of her hot slick dripping out of her pussy and onto my thighs. The scent and feel of it, sends a jolt straight through me.
My powerful alpha instincts to claim her, to mark her as mine, surge with a vengeance. I stand. My knee fucking hurts, a grinding fire that shoots up my leg like a hot blade driven straight into the joint.
But the pulse in my cock is stronger, a demanding, primal beat that drowns out everything else.
I start toward the bedroom, each step sending a fresh jolt of fire through my knee, but the pain barely registers. A muffled whimper escapes Tansy’s lips as she buries her face against my chest, like she’s trying to disappear inside me altogether.
I can smell her terror in the air.
It’s a cold, sharp thing that has nothing to do with the heat.
It runs deeper, like she’s already braced for me to hurt her.
All I can think about is the stark fear in her eyes when I first slipped a finger inside her. It should have brought relief, but all I saw was terror. Like she was taught it would hurt. Like pain was what she expected.
The realization settles in my gut like ice, and the rage that follows burns slow and deadly.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whisper as I lower her gently onto the soft bedding.
My hands linger on her soft skin, and for a second, I see the fight in her eyes give way to something else, something vulnerable. But the second my hands lift from her body, she scrambles to the other side of the bed, teeth bared like a cornered animal. Like she’s ready for a fight.
Her violent reaction isn’t shocking, but it does break my heart.
She was definitely hurt.
But I don't react, don't give her the aggression she's expecting.
Instead, I sit down on the edge of the bed, moving slowly so I don't startle her. I shift back, resting my spine against the headboard and propping my bad knee up with a pillow.
Tansy watches my every move, her body still coiled tight. Her snarl slowly falls away, replaced by the most confused look on her face, as if she can't comprehend why I'm not attacking her.
“What are you—” Tansy’s words are cut off as a violent tremor racks her small frame.
I smell it.
Her heat is ramping up again, the sweet scent thickening in the air until it’s all I can breathe. It makes my cock leak and ache, a steady, demanding throb that begs for relief. But the omega doesn't move.
She stays on the other side of the bed, fighting her own biology with a silent, stubborn strength. I'm fucking floored by her willpower. Any other omega would be crawling across the mattress by now, begging to be knotted. But not her.
She's so fucking strong.
A scream tears from Tansy’s throat, and she immediately curls into a tight ball, whimpering as she rides out another cramp.
The sound is like a knife in my gut, making my entire body surge with a primal desire to launch myself across the bed, pin her down, and fuck her hard.
To claim, bite, mate until she’s screaming my name.
Thank god my knee is still throbbing, a sharp, grounding pain from the short walk from the bathroom. It’s the only thing holding me back from doing exactly what my instincts demand.
“Tansy.” My voice is strained, rough with the force I’m using to stay in place. Every muscle in my body is locked in a battle against my own instincts. “Omega, look at me.”
Slowly, Tansy lifts her head, her dark eyes glassy with pain and confusion. I grip my cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, a clear invitation.
“Stop fighting it,” I growl softly. “Come and get what you need.”
Tansy shakes her head, but she’s still staring at my cock like she’s in a trance, her gaze fixed and unwavering. I can see the war in her eyes, the desperate fight to maintain control, but I’m determined to break it.
I jerk myself slower, squeezing my shaft hard, pushing a bead of precum to the tip. Tansy licks her lips at the sight of it, her soft body angling forward.
Let go, sweet girl, I silently tell her. Come and get what you need.
Trying to tempt her, I swipe my thumb through the slick fluid, playing with the sticky strings that stretch between my finger and my cockhead.
“Fuck, it’s so hard,” I groan, my voice low and rough. “So hard for you, omega.” I palm my balls with my other hand, rolling them in my palm as I start stroking myself faster this time. “Imagine how good it would feel buried deep inside that tight little pussy.”
Tansy’s frozen in place, her eyes locked on my cock. I keep squeezing my cock, keep pushing up my precum, making it trickle down the sides and over my fingers. Tansy swallows hard, her soft mouth slowly falling open as she watches me jerk off.
“You want it, don’t you?” I tease her as I lift my hips off the bed, fucking my fist in a desperate rhythm.
It feels so fucking good.
I haven't gotten off since I was injured, and it feels un-fucking-believable.
My body needs it.
The sensation keeps building as my hand moves faster. It’s slow and relentless, every nerve lighting up as my body remembers exactly how to do this. My eyes close and I let out a soft moan as my body winds up, the pleasure coiling tight in my spine, drawing me closer, tighter, right to the edge.
I savor it, the ache and the pressure. The promise of release.
But right before I can come, the bed suddenly shifts beneath me as Tansy moves, and my eyes snap back open. I feel the wet heat of her mouth on my cock before my vision can even focus.
The shock of her mouth is electric, a wet, perfect heat that steals the air from my lungs. It’s a frantic, sloppy blow job, all beautiful desperation and no technique.
Her hands shake as she grips my shaft, shoving my thick cock into her mouth with a choked gasp. Her lips stretch wide around my girth, and I can’t stop the deep, guttural moan that rumbles in my chest when she begins to bob her head, taking me as deep as she can.
She swallows me down until my crown taps the back of her throat. She chokes, jerking back for one quick moment, before forcing my dick back into her mouth.
Moving slowly so I don’t scare her, I bring one hand up to the back of her head, ready to pull back at the first sign of resistance.
I cup the back of her skull, and she thankfully doesn't react; she moans around my length.
I grip a handful of her dark, still-wet hair, guiding her a little deeper with each movement, showing her the rhythm I need.
"Fuck, that's it," I groan, my voice thick with praise. "You're doing such a good job, sweetheart. Taking me so well."
Her moan vibrates around my shaft, and the pleasure is almost enough to make me lose my fucking mind.
"You want to ride it?" I ask, my voice a rough rasp. "You want to be in control?"
Tansy instantly pops off of me, scrambling to straddle my lap before I can even process the sudden shift.
She hovers over me, her slick thighs trembling as she tries to line me up with her entrance. Her hands are shaking so badly she can't get the angle right, my cockhead sliding against her soaked folds but not finding purchase.
"Let me help," I offer, my voice straining. But before I touch her, Tansy snarls at me, a guttural sound of pure warning. I instantly lift my hands in surrender, my palms open.
She glares at me, holding eye contact as she lifts her hips a little higher. Her eyes are so intense and beautiful, dark brown around the edges with a soft caramel color threaded through them.
Finally, Tansy manages to get the tip lined up, then she slowly lowers herself so my crown breaches her entrance. It's fucking torture, not to slam up into her, but I stay perfectly still, focusing on the dull pain in my knee to keep me grounded.
Tansy’s face scrunches up with pain as she sinks lower. A sharp, hissing breath escapes her, and for a second, I can't help but wonder if she's a virgin. But that thought quickly vanishes when Tansy slams her body down, sucking me in so deep my vision goes white.
Her tight, clenching heat grips me from base to tip, and my hips buck instinctively, driving deeper.
A sharp bolt of agony shoots through my knee, and I grit my teeth. It's the only thing keeping me from losing control, the only anchor in a sea of overwhelming pleasure that threatens to drown me.
Needing to focus on something else, I look up at Tansy’s face, watching as she adjusts to my girth. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, pain etched between her brows. Her small hands touch my chest, bracing herself, her fingers cold and trembling against my skin.
Then she begins to move, a slow, experimental rock of her hips that sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me.
I touch her thick thighs as she finds her rhythm, my hands roaming over the soft, warm skin. They travel up her body, squeezing one heavy breast, then the other, feeling their delicious weight in my palms.
I fucking love curvy women.
Tansy arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips, clearly loving it. I pluck at her hard nipples, teasing them between my fingers.
“Yes,” Tansy moans, tipping her head back, showing me the long column of her throat. It makes my canines tingle.
Desperation grips me, and I pull her upper body down to me, bringing her close enough so I can close my mouth around one perfect tit. I suck, and her pussy clenches hard.
Fingers tangle in my hair as Tansy cradles the back of my head. She holds me to her, pushing my face deep into her breasts, almost suffocating me with her soft flesh.
I fucking love it.
My hands roam her hips and ass, squeezing the globes as her hips roll against me. Desperate to feel her come, I tilt my hips, and Tansy gasps.
“Right there?” I smile as I lean back, looking up at the blissed-out omega.
Her face scrunches up, biting her bottom lip hard. She looks like she’s trying like hell to hold on. To keep from falling apart.
“Omega,” I say with a thread of a command, and Tansy’s eyes fly open. “Come.”
And that’s all it takes.
Her pussy begins to flutter, a frantic clenching around my cock as she comes hard. Her whole body shakes, violent tremors wracking her frame as the orgasm tears through her.
I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tight to my chest as she completely falls apart, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure against my body. There is slick everywhere. It coats my hips, stomach, dripping down into the daisy-print comforter.
It’s fucking heaven.
Once Tansy’s shudders subside and her body settles, she slowly lifts her head. Her upper body sways, and I reach up to stroke her tear-streaked cheek.
"That's my good girl," I praise, my voice a low rumble. "So beautiful when you come for me." I lean in and kiss her lips. They're puffy and wet from her biting them. She hums softly as I kiss them again, then again.
A soft mewl of pain pushes from Tansy’s throat. Her pussy clenches around my shaft, a sudden, tight spasm, and she frowns like it hurts.
The next wave is coming on fast.
"You want some more?" I ask, my voice a low growl.
Tansy looks up at me, her pupils blown wide and glassy. It’s like she’s drifting somewhere out of reach. Her focus slides, then finds me again. Slowly, she nods, then she rolls off of me, turning her back.
For a second, a primal, irrational panic spikes in my chest. Rejection?
The thought instantly makes me feral, desperate to snatch her back to me and shove my cock and fangs deep inside the omega.
But then, Tansy lowers herself onto her hands and knees, moving like she’s underwater, slow and uncoordinated. Her back arches in a perfect, submissive bow as she presents her ass high in the air.
My breath catches at the sight of her sweet pussy pushed out between her thighs. Her outer lips are puffy and dark, parted to reveal the wet, pink flesh inside. She's so wet, slick dripping freely from her opening, her body aching and ready for me.
This isn’t a position. It’s an offering. A display of complete and total submission.
Something savage unfurls in my chest, and my fangs begin to tingle.
Sitting up slowly, I stare at the elegant curve of Tansy’s spine, the vulnerable expanse of her neck, the way her hair falls to one side, exposing the sensitive skin where my mark will sit. Her head is bowed, eyes unfocused as she slowly turns her head toward me.
“Alpha?” she mumbles. “Please.” Her words are rough and needy, frustration threading through them as her hips shift restlessly beneath her. Her fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles whitening. Then her brows pull together, mouth parted in a soft, pained grimace.
“Don’t move,” I say, my voice low and rough with promise. "I'm going to take all that pain away.” I shift, and my knee throbs in protest, a sharp, fiery reminder of my weakness.
But I don't give a shit.
If claiming this fragile omega destroys my leg, and I never walk right again, then I’ll fucking crawl.