The Alpha's Breeder ✔️ COMPLETE

Twenty Four : The Little Things

"Do you want me to go take a shower?" I ask cautiously. 

Because I knew from research that werewolves were very territorial creatures that didn't like others touching the things that they considered theirs. Zanthos probably did it on purpose to irritate Eros. 

It was petty how he was willing to go out of his way to make Eros mad at every chance he got. It probably made him feel better from the whole Lillith situation.

"You don't have to," he replied with a tight smile on his lips and his warm hands were quick to catch my own. 

Eros led me with him into the bathroom.

I tipped my head to the side in question when he stood behind me, long arms wrapped around my body and caging me in.

He tested how warm the water was before placing my hands under the running faucet, letting the warm water run down my fingers. 

His front was attached to my back, hot breath brushing against the skin of my sensitive neck in every inhale and exhale.

The sparks were quick to scatter across the surface of my flesh, leaving goosebumps, like a trail of fire, all over my body from where our skin touched. My heart was already racing just from this simple contact, almost ready to jump right out of my chest. 

It was always the little things that Eros did that make my heart tremble, made me lose sense of reality and everything else around me.

I was afraid that I would go into cardiac arrest if he continued.

Eros could probably hear the rapid beating of my heart because the corner of his mouth slightly lifted into a roguish smirk.

He cleaned my fingers rather thoroughly, softly and gently rubbing against my skin, as if he was afraid to injure me if he used too much strength or force. I lowered my gaze, afraid that if I stared any longer, he might just take my soul right out of my body.

This is what made it impossible not to like Eros. Who in their right mind could hate him? Other than Zanthos anyways.

He was everything in a man that I could possibly want and it was tempting to be in his presence. Every single action that he made seemed to make my heart tremble. He treated me so good and I could tell it wasn't because he was just trying to get me to mate him. 

My fingers closed around his, eyes slightly downcast when he cleaned the water from my hands with a dry towel.

After the thorough wash, he had cleaned off my bare shoulders with a wet towel to wash off Zanthos invisible scent that I couldn't really smell. He was very patient. In fact, I have never met anyone as patient as him.

It surprised me.

When I looked up, I was dumbfounded at the image that reflected back in the mirror. From our position, it looked as if he was hugging me from the back, head tipped downwards to look at my fingers.

I could see the way his lashes fluttered, electric blue eyes hidden as he looked down. His cheekbones seem to glow in the light, skin almost golden.  

My heart stuttered a beat.

And just when I thought he was done, Eros suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, stopping me from turning around to face him. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion when his head descended to my shoulder. And I couldn't help but follow his every action with my eyes.

I have to admit that it felt slightly erotic, watching myself in the mirror while Eros was doing things to me.

That didn't sound right but I didn't know a better way to phrase it.