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“Shower,” she pouts as Sebastian steps away from her and turns on the water. He checks the water with the back of his hand, and once it’s warm enough, he comes back and kisses her. “I’ll put some clothes on my bed for you, okay?”
She says okay, but she doesn’t want to shower.
She doesn’t want to stop smelling like delicious chocolate. She doesn’t want to wash the alpha’s scent off of her. And she definitely doesn’t want to lose the feeling of the alpha’s claim on her body.
Sure, it’s a little sticky and cold and uncomfortable, but it also quiets the wild urge inside of her that keeps demanding that she make the alpha hers. The one that tells her to bite and take and keep. The one that wants to belong. No, not wants—needs. The part that needs to belong to alpha. The part that need
