Harlow
Tears burn my eyes as Corbin sits me on his lap while he draws a bath. His mates slowly trickle in, and I am soon surrounded as they start stripping me of my clothes. Corbin climbs into the bathtub first, before I’m placed between his legs.
The water is hot and stings my skin. I can do nothing except endure the torment of them washing me like I’m some prized jewel. Corbin purrs, using his Calling. I fight against it, refusing to give into the sensation as it rolls over me. Pain slivers up my spine, causing me to sweat.
“Such a stubborn little Omega. Don’t fight it, Harlow,” he coos while dragging a loofah across my skin. I feel like a rag doll as they pull and tug on me, yet the longer I am in the bath, the more I begin to feel my limbs and the stronger I get.
When he’s done, he
