The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 25

"Can I touch you?" I muttered, my voice rough and low, almost lost in the sound of the shower.

"Please," she whispered back, her eyes burning with the same desperate need I felt churning inside me.

I started with her hair, running my fingers through the wet, messy strands, working shampoo into her scalp with slow, careful movements. She leaned into me, letting out a soft sigh that sent a jolt of heat straight through me.

"Feels good, huh?" I said, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Hell yeah, it does. Your hands are freakin’ amazing," she murmured, her voice shaky with want.

I rinsed out the shampoo, then grabbed the soap. "Turn around for me," I said, keeping my tone gentle but firm.

She did as I asked, showing me the smooth line of her back. I lathered up my hands and started rubbing her shoulders, taking my time, feeling her relax but also tense up with anticipation under my touch.

"Jace..." Her voice came out all breathy, full of need.

"Too much, babe?" I asked, my breath hot on her skin.

"Not even close," she shot back, her body arching just a little toward me.

I stopped for a sec, my heart pounding like crazy. "Tell me what you’re after, darlin’."

"More. I need more of you," she begged, her words dripping with raw hunger.

I pressed my forehead to the back of her neck, breathing her in, my chest heaving. "You’re drivin’ me up the damn wall."

"Good," she teased, a smirk in her tone. "I wanna make you lose it."

My soapy hands slid down, tracing the curve of her waist, the shape of her hips. She pushed into my touch, a quiet moan slipping out, and that sound lit a fire in me I could barely control. My fingers lingered, treating every inch of her like it was sacred.

"Can I turn around now?" she asked, her voice thick with expectation.

I stepped back, giving her space, even though every part of me was screaming to yank her close. When she faced me, her eyes were dark with straight-up lust, and it took everything I had not to slam her against the wall and just take her right there.

"My turn now," she said, snatching the soap from me with a sneaky little grin.

Her touch was torture, the best kind. Her hands moved over my chest, my arms, my abs, her fingers mapping out every scar and muscle with a softness that had me damn near shaking. Every stroke just cranked up the heat, pushing me closer to the edge.

"You’re gorgeous," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine, full of intensity.

"Guys ain’t gorgeous," I grumbled, my voice rough with desire.

"You are," she insisted, her hands pressing flat against my stomach. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body reacting hard and fast. "You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."

When her hand started drifting lower, testing my limits, I grabbed her wrist, firm but not rough.

"Aria..." My voice came out as a low growl, a warning packed with barely held-back need.

"Too much for ya?" she teased, throwing my own words back at me with a daring little smile.

"If you keep goin’ there, I’m gonna lose every damn bit of control I’ve got," I rasped, staring her down.

"What if I want you to lose it?" she challenged, her voice all smooth and tempting, sending a shiver through me.

"Not tonight, sweetheart," I said, lifting her hand to my mouth and pressing a slow kiss to her palm. "This is all about you. About makin’ you feel safe, wanted, fuckin’ loved."

"I do feel safe," she admitted, her eyes softening with trust. "Safer than I’ve ever been."

I cupped her face, water streaming between us. "You’re good with me. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you on my watch."

"I know that," she whispered, tipping up on her toes to kiss me.

This kiss hit different—deeper, hungrier, a mix of straight-up need and something softer, sweeter. I backed her up against the shower wall, my body caging hers, my hands on her hips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The heat of her wet skin on mine was driving me nuts, every touch making the fire burn hotter.

"Jace," she gasped against my lips, sounding desperate as hell.

"Tell me what you need, babe," I urged, my mouth trailing along her jaw, nipping at her skin.

"You. I need you so fuckin’ bad," she panted, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me in.

I kissed down her neck, tasting the mix of water and her, my tongue teasing along her throat. She tilted her head back, giving me full access, and I took it, sucking lightly at her pulse, feeling her tremble against me.

"Can I touch you more?" I growled against her skin, my voice thick with want.

"Hell yes, please," she moaned, her body shaking, her hips pressing into me.

My hand slid down her slick skin, exploring her curves until I reached her heat. When my fingers brushed against her, teasing her most sensitive spot, she let out a sharp cry, her nails digging into my shoulders, and that sound nearly broke me.

"This okay?" I asked, my voice a deep rumble as I watched her face for every little reaction.

"Way more than okay," she breathed out, her hips rocking against my hand, begging for more. "Don’t stop, please."

I worked her slow and steady, my touch gentle but firm, building her up with every move. My thumb circled her, pulling out gasps and little whimpers, while my fingers teased her, feeling how ready she was, how much she wanted this. I slid a finger in, then another, curling them just right, and her moans got louder, her body quaking against mine.

"Damn, Jace," she whined, her eyes fluttering shut, her mouth open in pure bliss. "I’m so close."

"Let it go, baby," I murmured, my lips at her ear, my other hand holding her steady against the wall as I picked up the pace, pushing her over the edge. "I’ve got you. Come for me."

When she fell apart in my arms, her cry bounced off the steamy walls, her body shaking hard as pleasure hit her like a wave. I held her through it, whispering how beautiful she was, how perfect, how much I fuckin’ cared about her. She was everything to me.

After, I cleaned her up with soft, careful touches, rinsing away any leftover tension. I shut off the water and wrapped her in the fluffiest towel I had, drying her off with light pats.

I gave her one of my old tees and a pair of boxers, both way too big on her. She looked cute as hell, sexy, and all mine, and Phantom was practically strutting in my head with pride.

"Stay over tonight?" I asked as we climbed into bed.

"Try and kick me out," she shot back, snuggling into my side.

I was just drifting off to sleep, her warm body pressed against mine, when I heard it.

A soft patter of feet on the hardwood floor pulled me from the edge of sleep. My senses—always sharper than a human's—detected the familiar scent before I even opened my eyes.