Page 56 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“I’m going to get you cleaned up before dinner.” His finger is gentle, probing, washing the slick and cum from my folds with the same methodical care he gives everything. “Why don’t you stand up for me?”

“Okay,” I say, and push myself upright in the tub.

Water sloshes over the marble edge. My legs are trembling, my thighs slick with a mixture of bathwater and my own wetness. I stand there naked, water streaming down my body.

Cole reaches for the shelf beside the tub. His hand closes around a razor and a small bottle of oil I hadn’t noticed before.

My stomach drops.

“What are you doing?” My voice comes out smaller than I mean it to.

He pours oil into his palm, rubs his hands together to warm it, and then his palms are on my pubic mound, spreading the oil through my curls with slow, deliberate strokes. The slick between my thighs gets thicker instantly, my body responding to his touch.

“Shaving you, honey.”

“I can do that myself,” I say, but my voice wavers.

“You’ll always be cozy here with me, Liana.” His slate-blue eyes find mine, steady and certain. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry one bit while you’re in heat. Not about anything.”

My cheeks are burning.

“Okay,” I whisper. Nobody has ever done this for me. Shaved me. Taken care of me this way.

Magnus and his pack treated my body like territory to be claimed, not something to be tended to. The oil is warm on my skin, his fingers working it through my hair, and my pussy clenches hard, empty and wanting, slick running down my inner thigh in a warm rivulet.

Cole kneels in the tub in front of me. The water laps at his hips, his cock half-hard again already, resting against his thigh. He takes the razor in his right hand, his left settling on my hip to steady me.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he says. “So I can reach properly.”

“Oh,” I say as I spread my feet apart, and the cool air hits my wet pussy, making my clit twitch. Cole’s eyes drop there for a second, darkening, before he looks back up at my face.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and starts on my left calf. The razor moves in long, careful strokes up my leg. He works slowly, methodically as he shaves my leg. “You’re so pretty. Every fucking inch of you, Liana. So goddamn pretty.”

The praise washes over me like warm honey. My slick builds, thickens, and I can feel it dripping down my thigh in earnest now, leaving a glossy trail on my skin that Cole tracks with his eyes.

“Oh god, you’re getting me horny again,” I whisper.

“I can see,” he chuckles, the sound deep in his chest. “Making a mess for me already.”

His head dips between my legs and towards my pussy. His mouth suddenly clamps over my pussy, sucking hard on my entrance.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my knees buckling. “You’re teasing me!”

“Patience,” he says against my thigh, his breath hot on my skin. “I’m almost done.”

He works his way up my inner thigh, the razor gliding over the soft skin there, his thumb pressing gently to keep the skin taut. My slick is everywhere now—running down both thighs, dripping onto the water, my pussy throbbing and hungry and so wet I can hear it when I shift my weight.

When he reaches my mound, he oils me there again, his thumb working the oil through my curls with slow, circular motions. The razor follows, each stroke careful and deliberate, his thumb pulling the skin taut around my clit, working with a precision that makes my breath catch.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, setting the razor aside for a moment. His fingertips trace over the freshly shaved skin of my mound, slow and reverent. “So smooth. So fucking perfect, Liana. You’re such a good girl for letting me do this.”

“Thank you,” I moan as my pussy clenches hard. “I like being your good girl.” I’m shaking and can barely stand as I grip his shoulders for support.

“Turn around,” Cole says. “Bend over. Hold onto the edge.”

My ass is exposed completely to him as I bend over.

Cole’s hands find my ass cheeks and spread them wide.