The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 99: Hot Stream Part 1

Nicholas nodded his thanks to Isaac and Layla. I opened the door wider for him. As soon as he entered, I shut it close and inspected him closely. He seemed unscathed but covered in dry blood.

I held his wrist, "Let's get you cleaned—"

Nicholas surprised me by pulling me into a tight embrace. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his arms tightening around my waist.

"His scent was all over you," he gritted, and I felt the heat of anger rising in him, "I should've not killed him that easily and let him die slowly—"

I cut him off by hugging him back and leaning my head on his, "It is done, and I am fine. Let's not talk about that filthy man."

A few moments of silence permeated the air before he spoke again.

"You're not leaving my sight again," he whispered like a promise to himself, "Fck, I don't know what I will do next if that ever happens again. I might lose my mind or, worse, let my wolf take over and hunt every council member."

I began rubbing his back in a soothing motion, partly because my heart fluttered at those possessive words. I inhaled his scent, a calming aroma that instantly settled my nerves. It felt like a breath of fresh air, clearing my mind and calming my heart. He had that effect on me.

"What... what will happen now?" I whispered.

Nicholas's embrace tightened around my waist. "I just gave them a warning, and they're leaving tonight as well."

Shock gripped me. Warning? Leaving? My mind raced, struggling to comprehend his words.

"Warning? What warning?"

He pulled away from me and cupped my face, his thumb gently rubbing my cheek.

"Don't worry about the council, Florence. You have more important things to focus on now, like staying safe."

He watched me with an unwavering gaze. The worry etched on his face mirrored the same emotions she had sensed in his wolf form.

“Will you not ask me what happened?” I carefully asked.

He shakes his head, “Not now” then he cradles my face, letting our forehead touch, “That’s not important right now. I know you are shocked so I don't want you to relive that scene for tonight”

Those words warm my heart. I don't know but the feeling of someone considering my emotions and well-being that much especially who hated me from the start made me falter, my walls crumbling down.

“Let’s remove the blood on you,” he said.

Nicholas, still wearing the mantle of concern, guided me toward the bathroom in silence. His grip was gentle but firm. Inside the bathroom, he turned on the warm water in the shower. He motioned for me to step in. I looked down at my state seeing dry blood in my skin and the long tear on my gown but he was more bloody compared to me.

“I think you should take a bath first—”

“Please, Florence” Nicholas somewhat weakly pleaded

His voice made my heart flutter so I reluctantly nodded and took a hesitant step, my eyes meeting his, before I stepped in.

“Take off your clothes” Nicholas seriously ordered.

I swallowed, my heart hammering loudly, “Look, Nicholas, I can take care of—”

“Please, for my sanity, Florence,”

I stood nervously, the soft glow of the overhead light. The bathroom was cozy, adorned with rustic wooden walls and a large, intricately carved mirror hanging above a ceramic sink. A plush, cream-colored towel hung on a wooden rack nearby. The shower was a hollow space of dark marble and clean glass with a six-foot-long rainfall shower head embedded in the ceiling above it.

My hands trembled as I began to pull the tie of my soiled gown. My eyes met the reflection of Nicholas standing behind me in the mirror. The room was filled with sexual tension. As the gown finally untied, I slowly let the fabric slide from my shoulders, exposing the delicate contours of my skin. The soft material pooled at my feet, leaving my breast bare and a black thong underneath. My nerves were evident in the shallow rise and fall of my chest as I took in a deep breath. I then took off my underwear, leaving me bare in his eyes.

I watched as Nicholas shamelessly dragged her eyes on my body, his gaze intense but tender. His eyes never leave mine as he carefully removed his clothes this time. Each article of clothing fell away with quiet grace, revealing the chiseled lines of his physique. He stood there, tall and commanding, his powerful form illuminated by the soft light in the bathroom. But what made him silently gasp was how his thick and massive length was already hard, rubbing on his stomach. I absentmindedly lick my lips, wanting to taste it as I see the precum on its head.

Suddenly, I felt my chin being grasped and forced to look up at the intense blue eyes of Nicholas. His jaw is tight and his voice strained saying, “Don't look at me like that” he started rubbing my lower lip using his thumb.

I dared to open my mouth and asked, “Like what?”

“Like you want to put my cock in your mouth”

Blunt dirty words that just bring more ache to my center, begging for attention. He didn't let me reply when he extended a hand towards me. Silently, he led me to the inviting warmth of the shower. The shower was a spacious, glass-enclosed cubicle with sleek, modern fixtures. The sound of running water filled the room.

I stepped into the soothing cascade of water. I allowed the water to envelop me, its comforting warmth soothing my nerves. Seconds later, I felt Nicholas joined me. His closeness made me hyper-aware of our bodies. Together, we stood under the steady stream.

Nicholas reached for a bottle of shampoo, his fingers gently working through my hair. He threaded his fingers into my hair and began massaging my scalp, bunching handfuls of my hair under the stream of water. I leaned towards him, closed my eyes, and let the hot water beat down on my spine, listened to his heart pulsing, and enjoyed the attention of his hands on me.

My heartbeat slowed down as the action cooled down my nerves and eased my fatigue. As the water washed away the traces of dirt and dried blood, I felt a strange sense of emotion. The one being cared for.

He worked shampoo into my hair, scrubbing my scalp and lathering my hair thoroughly down to the tips, and then he leaned us forward so the water washed the shampoo away. He backed away again, and the water streamed onto my back, allowing him to work conditioner into my hair. While the conditioner set, he began scrubbing: my back, over my shoulders, and down my arms, everywhere he could reach, removing any trace of blood. Every part of my body. He did it without uttering a single word but I could feel his tense body against mine.

With a soft sigh, Nicholas tilted my face toward him, his thumb brushing to my cheeks. Our eyes met in the dim light of the bathroom. Nicholas's hands moved gently, the warm water from the shower cascading over my skin. The atmosphere was thick with tension. His touch was both caring and possessive, his fingers tracing over my skin as if mapping out the contours of my body, not leaving any part untouched. The water droplets clung to my lashes as I looked up at him, my eyes reflecting my growing desire as the seconds passed.

I felt my cheeks were burning but he never dared to look at me. I forced myself to close my eyes even though all parts of my body screamed for me to open my eyes. I felt wetness on my center and I unknowingly rubbed them to provide friction.

When he was finished rinsing all the soap out of my body and was about to pull me outside, I stopped him.

“Let me return the favor,” I said, my voice breathy and low.

He stared at me for a moment and nodded, letting me clean his body. I put the shampoo on my hands. He quietly leaned towards me so I could reach his hair. I massaged it, making sure all of his hair was cleaned. I tried to focus but his face was so close to my chest and I felt his hot breath on my nipples making my center ache for him more.

I tried my best to continue washing and scrubbing his body, rubbing and touching every part of his neck to his broad shoulders, his chest, over his pecs, tracing their outlines, then down between them to his abs, kneeling on the marble and scrubbing my way down each side of his sharp V-cut. He tensed, but I intentionally ignored his cock, choosing instead to make my way down one thigh. I gazed up at him, abandoning the pretense of washing him now.

His jaw was clenched the whole time was bathing him and his hands balled into fists when he tried to hold my waist numerous times as if he was controlling himself. I smirk, thinking about something.