The Alpha's Desire 2 (9 page)

I wondered what would happen now. My heart plummeted as it started to thump harder in my chest. My sweaty palms slipped a little from where they gripped the door tightly. I finally shut it as lightly as I could and started the shower before he got suspicious of the reason behind my delay. As the water moved through the pipes and the first bits began to squeeze out through the shower head, my tears started to fall.

I couldn’t have just convinced him to be with me only to have some royal bloodline that I apparently belonged to take him away from me. That was, of course, if I would remain alive. I had a threat over my head, a cunning group, smart and strong, who had other plans for me as well. Since my mother had died, I’d pretty much made my own decisions, grown up fast, and had run my own life. Now I had two warring groups that wanted to choose what I did, who I became, and who I did things with. That just pissed me off.

With the back of my hand, I swiped at my tears. I took a deep breath of the steam-filled air. Looking in the fogging mirror, I’d be damned if I would let anyone control me, decide my future, royal and magical blood or not. They’d have to take me dead, I knew that.

The click of the door startled me, and I turned to an apologetic Lex, saying he was sorry for taking so long on the phone. He said nothing about the conversation, and I didn’t ask. Instead, I swallowed my disappointment in being kept out of the loop, as I ushered him into the shower. It’s not like they’d been honest with me up till now anyway.

Chapter Eight

Watching the blood roll off his body, mixing with the water as it went down the drain, drained any anger I had left out of me, leaving only the fear. I stood there soaping his back, wiping over what appeared to now be only scars on his shoulder. How could I be afraid when this man who apparently couldn’t be injured was my protector? He’d just taken out three werewolves to save me.

Still, how many still roamed out there, no one on my team apparently knew. And, I only had this one protector. At what point did he become outnumbered despite his strength? At what point could they take me? Kill Lex? This life I’d been thrown into, maybe in some ways even moved closer too, didn’t suit the easy lifestyle I’d become accustomed to. All my escapes into fiction to avoid real life, and now my real life looked like fiction...

Well, I’d just have to adjust. I’d done my part tonight.  I’d actually defended myself and maybe even saved Lex. While he could heal, surely at some point, he could be injured past his body’s ability to do so. 

A surge of adrenaline pushed blood through my veins, so rapidly that I could hear a whooshing sound despite the shower. Rather than give in to the fears, I filtered it into strength. Let them all try to take me or to take him away from me. I wouldn’t have it, or I would be dead, and die happy having had the time with him I had.
There, werewolves, normal and magic, take that,
I thought with a smile.

Silly, I know, but it helped. I straightened up from where I’d slouched against the glass shower door. I rolled my shoulders back, and put more effort into getting Lex cleaned up.

“You heal, but can you die?” I finally let myself ask.

“Sure. If my heart stops, my body can’t heal that,” he stated, not with the emotion I’d have expected, though.

At my frown, he continued, “It’s not that big a deal when you’ve lived as long as I have. I was created for a purpose. I don’t hold on anymore to the person I once was when I was merely human. For me, that life ended. That man died. And, the men I play, well, they’ve died to, as I have to keep moving since I no longer age, thanks to the magic.”

“So, you’ve had many identities then, over the years?”

“Sure. I was born a Matthew. When turned, I went to Mark. But, I moved out of M names eventually, and have been Sam and Doug, you name it, and I’ve assumed the name.”

“I can’t see you as a Doug,” I laughed.

“Yeah, wasn’t my best name,” he said, turning to me.

He looked into my eyes, studied them. I knew he tried to read me, to see what I was feeling even better than he was already aware.

“I’m fine,” I said.

His turn to frown, and I revised,” Okay, I’m better than I should be given the circumstances. I call that fine.”

He laughed, “I’ll give you that one, then.”

“So, do you sing in every life?” I questioned again as I slowly cleaned over those rock hard abs of his.

“Yeah, pretty much. I don’t always go so far as to form a band or anything. Just this time, the band option fell into my lap, and as I said, I needed some time from you as well as an outlet. All of us are given the option of time off from time to time. We just put in a request for backup is all. I think I got a lot out in my music, about you, about what I knew I shouldn’t feel, and it helped. Regardless, music has always been with me, the one piece of Matthew that I kept. Not sure how I could have gotten rid of it.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. Your voice, your words, they simply took hold of me and wouldn’t let go,” I said as I flushed. I’d sounded a bit school girl crush there.

“Maybe that’s because most of the songs were about you, the girl I wanted to get a hold of and never let go.”

He leaned over and kissed me then. I felt the water running from the shower head and over his neck, dripping on my toes. Wiggling them, I gave into his kiss, even if I did push back, put his head back over the tub. Didn’t need another mess to clean up, even if I could do that one myself. His clean, but wet, hand rose to touch my cheek. I nuzzled into it as I opened my eyes.

“Sorry, I got you wet,” he whispered.

“I’ll live,” I teased.

“Yes. Yes, you will.”

As the water turned clear again, I let myself look at him as I always had. I moved my wash cloth down to the rock-hard round ass that I’d spanked and bitten last night. The thing stood out as something of a wonder, shaped to perfection.
Did magic do that, too?
I giggled to myself.

I mean, it just didn’t seem possible, the angles of him, the curves of him. From his broad shoulders to the curve of his back by his waist, he seemed drawn by the gods. You can call it my taste, but Lex remained a show of perfection in my definition of a man. Maybe he responded to the way I over-scrubbed as my thoughts took a turn, but after moving back under the water to rinse, he looked over his shoulder at me. One eyebrow raised, and I blushed even as I grinned.

“Sorry, I probably got carried away there. Was just checking out… and appreciating the view,” I said with a shrug.

“No apologies,” he said. “I’m glad you like what you see.”

“So, is this Matthew, or did the magic bulk you up like this?”

“Well, basically this is him. He liked to work out. Not your typical lunkhead of today, but back then, he worked hard for a living, lifted stone most of his days. The wolf part of the magic seems to have exaggerated him some, but basically, when I look in the mirror, I see the same person year after year after year. It’s why I avoid mirrors most of the time.”

“Okay,” I laughed at his attempt at humor.

“Would you like to join me?” he offered, turning, showing off his hint of an erection forming. “I could wash you, and then, well, we’ll see, as long as the hot water holds out.”

“You obviously don’t live in an apartment. The hot water holds out like in a bad hotel. But, in there? Sex? With our differing heights and slippery surfaces, I don’t care how strong you are, it seems a recipe for disaster, and I don’t heal as fast as you do. My head still hurts from where I bumped it on the floor.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he grumbled as he reached a dripping hand out of the shower to touch my head gently. “What a horrible person I am. I hadn’t even thought to ask you. I was just so relieved to see that you were okay, and frantic to get your apartment cleaned up for you.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Was just making a point,” I laughed at the stoic look of genuine concern on his face, that gave him the cutest hint of laugh lines around his eyes as he softly scowled. 

“I got you,” he cooed. “I won’t let you get hurt, in here or out there.”

“Is that really possible? Out there, I mean? If they just keep coming back, at what number do they hurt you too much? You just said that you could be hurt too much?”

“Sure I can, but for hundreds of years I haven’t been. I will protect you no matter what.”

“I know. It’s the
no matter what
part that scares me.”

“No worries. Time enough for them later. Strip. Let me see those gorgeous curves of yours. I want to see you wet,” he teased with a sly grin.

I obeyed, easily getting taken away by the mere suggestion of being with him in a different way. I’d never had shower sex before, that was for sure. Pulling off my clothing as fast as I could, I grabbed the shower door and stepped in.

“I want to watch,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice. “I want to watch you clean yourself.”

My body buzzed each time I drove him to that tone. Grabbing the shower scrunchie from the hook, I lathered it up with shower gel that smelled of vanilla to match my bubble bath. Whipping my hair back, I ran the soft sponge over my neck, shoulders, and then my breasts. He groaned out loud as the small sponge circled my nipples. Empowered, I moved the sponge down to rub in lazy circles over my stomach and generous hips. I swayed back and forth, in rhythm with the movement of my hand.

Leaning over to give him a good full view of my breasts as they hung, I propped a leg up on the side of the tub, opening my thighs. He cursed under his breath, and I could practically feel his gaze traveling over me, studying my wet folds. After I washed one leg and then the other that way, I leaned back just enough to let the shower rinse the soap from my breasts, letting the water run down to right between my thighs. I moaned then, surprised by the sensation of the warm water flowing over my swollen lips.

I shivered despite the warmth of the water. I pumped my hips, an almost instinctive move. His groan turned to that growl. Brought back to the world outside of my pussy, I opened my eyes. Blinking from the water that had sprayed there during my antics, I wiped in two furious swipes to see him. Not that he scared me, but I wanted to see him wanting me so desperately. He made a show of grabbing the top of the shower door then, for support.

I giggled, more than pleased with his attention, and more than grateful for the distraction from what my real life had turned into. The thoughts of the carnage, like a plague of locusts, kept coming, buzzing through my brain. Even now, aroused and willing, just opening my eyes, seeing the blur of the bathroom door through the glass shower door, I thought of what waited there.

Gritting my teeth, fighting such reflections, I touched myself, pressing wet, warm fingers into even wetter and warmer folds.

“Ah, I can do that for you,” he grunted. “I’m dying to touch you.”

My eyes flew open wide at the word ‘dying’. I felt the color go from my face, the sickly chill that accentuates such an event.

“I’m so sorry. I should have been more careful of my words,” he sighed. “Please forgive me.”

He’d stepped back in the beginning to lean casually against the back wall of the shower, his erection growing as I’d performed for him. With him pushing himself forward now, I tensed, my body ready for his touch in spite of the moment. With one careful stride, he stepped to me.

Pulling me into his embrace, he whispered his apology in my ear, “I’m so sorry for being insensitive. I’m so sorry for all that you had to see today, to be a part of. I’m sorry you had to save yourself, and in doing so had to… Shit, I’m sorry I told you all of this, that they came here…”

“Stop,” I said when he’d paused again. “Are you going to tell me that you are sorry that I was born to the family I was? Are you going to apologize for being the one to protect me? I’m not sorry for either of those things. We will get through this. We have to. I just know that the universe didn’t bring someone as special as you into my life just days before we were both to be killed or worse. I won’t hear of it. It’s ridiculous. I want to be with you, and if, for that to happen, I have to get my hands bloody, then I will. But, don’t you dare apologize to me one more time for anything. I would change nothing that led you to me, or me to you. Got that?”

“The whole apartment building would have gotten that, had they been home,” he smiled. “I’m—“

I cut him off with the raise of my hand. “I said, don’t apologize. So why in the hell would you apologize for apologizing?”

“Ah, right?”

Still holding me, he nestled his face into my neck. We stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms as the water fell down around us. Something symbolic in the moment stirred me. I felt one with him again.

“You’re a feisty thing. I like that,” he claimed. “I really like that.”

“Good, cause I think I just needed to get that out.”

“Anything else you need?”

“Always.”

His hands fell to my waist, hard and heavy. With a sudden movement, he guided me to turn. I yelped as my foot slid, but he had me in his grasp just as he’d promised, his big feet pressed against the sides of the tub.

“Here, step on this,” he said as he dropped a wash cloth to the shower floor. “It will make you feel more secure. You yelp like that again, the cleaners may come in to check on you.”