Page 71 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I push the bag off me and stare at his massive silhouette behind an already lightly steamy glass wall.
Oh, fuck it…I take my clothes off, too, and join him there.
I tie my hair in a tinytop knot, and put the other showerhead on to relax under the warm stream of fresh water I missed so much. I take one of the guest body wash bottles and lather up my skin with apricot foam. It feels like I’m someone else. Someone I used to be before all ofthat.
It all feels so weird since we crossed that border a few hours before. I thought it would make me feel better, but I just feel more confused about myself than ever before.
“Come to me,” Cain says with his husky voice, but I’m not moving from my spot.
“No, uh-uh. I’m fine here,” I banter, and he growls like the wolf he is. “I don’t want my hair to get wet.”
“Two shower heads defeats the whole purpose of sharing a shower,” he says, annoyed, and I chuckle internally.
“Your cock doesn’t agree with you, Alpha,” I say, noticing his throbbing hard-on.
He growls again, closes his eyes, and leans on the wall behind him.
I roll my eyes and step toward him, turning off his water. He doesn’t react.
I kneel on the wet, hard floor and wrap my left hand around his girth. He hisses but refuses to open his eyes or move. I lick his wet shaft from the base to the tip and moan at the taste.
That makes him open his eyes immediately. He looks down, and the water from his wet hair drips on me, but I no longer care about my hair.
I smile at him and take his cock into my mouth. It’s like the best lollipop in the world. I lick and suck and moan until he can’t take it anymore and jerks inside my mouth, spilling his hot cum on the back of my throat.
“Thank you,” he says, observing me with a hot gaze from under wet black hair strands.
I give him another long lick and a suck, not able to restrain myself.
“You’re welcome,” I stand upwith a smirk, and slightly red knees, and go back under my shower to finish cleaning.
He puts his shower back on.
“I don’t know what I expected from marrying some girly princess, but it definitely wasn’t… all this,” he says suddenly with a weirdly vulnerable tone.
“This what?”
“I don’t know.” He turns the shower off.
He has to pass by me to get out, so I take advantage of that and hold his arm firmly.
“This what?” This time, my voice sounds vulnerable.
“I don’t know,” he repeats himself without looking at me, “When I met you, I knew I’d fuck you as soon as you’d let me. And, I guess, that we’d have to get close at some point because we have to share a lifetime. But I didn’t think we’d actually do all these couple-level-of-comfort things so soon. We barely know each other.”
“Do we?” I ask, deciding on a whim to be the most vulnerable I have ever been.
He frowns, not knowing what I mean.
“Do we barely know each other? We are—”
I want to tell him we are so similar that sometimes I think we know each other better than anyone else—but it’s a little bit too cheesy; and it gets stuck in my throat like a painful lump.
Chapter 23 – All Pale And Terrified
Cain chuckles, but it doesn’t reach his cold eyes. I let go of his wet arm, but he stays at my side anyway.
“Maybe we shouldn't make it weird,” I say, trying to compose myself before I betray my true feelings for him. “We are in an arranged marriage, after all. We don’t have to overthink if we are good enough to last a lifetime, as normal couples do, because we have to do it anyway—so we can just be ourselves.”
