Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“Goodnight.” The words were barely out of my mouth before Dietrich ended the call. “Well, he was in a hurry.” I joked as I put my phone down.
After all that was settled and I set my phone aside, Joaquin stood up looming above me.
“What?” I asked him curiously.
“Now that you’ve been fed, it’s time for a bath.” He didn’t wait for a response, he just scooped me into his arms and started walking toward the bathroom door.
“I can walk on my own Joaquin, you don’t have to carry me.” I squealed as I felt myself become weightless.
“Well, I feel like doting on you, so deal with it.” He said it as if that ended the conversation.
“Joaquin.” I smacked his shoulder as I said his name, just for emphasis. “I am not a china doll, I will not break. Put me down.”
“Nope. You’ll be lucky if I let you out of my sight until the babies are born. If I have to wrap you in bubble wrap and put you in a padded room for the next six months, then so be it. I will do whatever I have to do, whatever it takes to keep you and our babies safe.”
“God, you’re so over the top.” I sighed with resignation as I slumped back into his arms.
“Oh, so you want me on top of you.” He said the words suggestively.
“OH MY GODDESS!” I growled. “You’re such a horny slut dog. I swear.” I was only pretending to be angry while I laughed at him.
The bath was lovely. Joaquin cradled me to him until he was able to set me on the edge of the sink. He stepped away only for a minute to set the temperature of the water. Soon, all the faucets were going at one and a pleasant fruit scent was coming from the water, it held notes of apples, oranges, and lemons.
After the water was ready he came back to, slowly, help me out of my clothes. I didn’t know if he was treating me like a child or trying to turn me on with his slow sensual movements. With his crazy ass way of thinking it was probably a bit of both.
After we were both stripped of all our clothes, Joaquin gathered me in his arms again and carried me into the tub. He set me on his lap, like he had done before. Slowly, methodically, and with meticulous care Joaquin started to wash me.
Slow strong hands massaged the soap over my back, across my shoulders, and down my arms. Then it was time to get more private. He washed across my chest, up and down my legs. He cupped my core in his hands as he gently cleaned me, but he didn’t go any further, bathing was all he had planned apparently.
Next, he massaged my scalp gently with shampoo, his strong fingers working out even more tension from my body. Then he massaged my head again, this time with conditioner. He seemed intent on making me feel relaxed.
While I sat there, conditioner doing it’s magic with my hair, he grabbed my hands and started massaging them with slow circles. His fingers were working a magic on me I never knew he possessed. It was like heaven as I sat there on his lap.
A girl could really get used to this.
Once the hand massage was finished and he washed himself and rinsed us both he pulled the plug on the water and stood with me in his arms again. After grabbing a few extra large towels he wrapped us up and carried me to the bed.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, where he had set me down, as he began to towel the water from my hair and body. He wasn’t saying anything, he was just working with determination.
After I was thoroughly dried Joaquin stepped over to my vanity. He came back with the bottle of lightly scented vanilla lotion that I had gotten as a gift. Joaquin rubbed the lotion onto my skin starting from my shoulder and down my back. Next, he moved slowly down my arms to my hands for another quick massage there. Then he rubbed it across my chest, cupping each breast for just a moment as he applied the lotion. When he reached my hips he gently pushed me down so he could wrap around and apply a thin layer of the creamy substance to my bottom.
He continued his massaging application of the lotion down each of my legs. Once he got to my feet he gave me the most relaxing foot massage I could ever imagine. His hands seemed to know exactly where to move so that I wouldn’t be tickled by his touch. The gentle movements of his hands and his skilled, masterful fingers were mind blowing.
By the time he was done I felt like nothing more than a pile of goo that had melted onto the bed.
“Mhmm.” I moaned from the pleasure of it all. “That was amazing Joaquin. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Baby, I always know what I’m doing.” He chuckled confidently. “But when it comes to your body, no one knows it better than I do. So, of course I would be able to make you happy like this.”
“You can do that anytime you want, I won’t object.” My words were sounding like moans as I talked.
“Anytime you want me to, just ask.”
I felt spent, and unable to move, after that massage. I just laid there on the bed until Joaquin leaned forward. He pressed his lips against the flat of my stomach, his hands cupped along my hips as he held me.
“Hello you two.” He cooed at my belly. “I’m your daddy.”
“Joaquin, they can’t hear you yet.” I giggled at him.
“You don’t know that for sure.” He laughed right back. “I’m going to talk to them every day so they know my voice by the time they’re born, and so they know how much I love them, and their mommy.”
“I love you, Joaquin.” I couldn’t help it, I had to say it at that moment. Joaquin was being so sweet and caring that I just felt overwhelmed.
“I love you more, Little Bunny.” He crawled up into the bed and carried me to the pillows. We just laid together, spooning, until we fell asleep. It was still one of the best nights I had ever had. And I woke the next morning with Joaquin’s hands wrapped protectively around my stomach. He was going to be unbearable, wasn’t he?
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Riviana
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Things were still moving very fast even after the battle ended. It was time for us to prepare for the funerals. I knew that everyone would want to have their own private funerals, and I both expected and respected that, but I also wanted to hold a massive funeral, something where we could all get together and console each other on the loss of the people we knew and cared for.
The preparations for the funeral went quickly, we all seemed to be in agreement for it all. Everyone also agreed to my idea for the remains. They liked the thought of their loved ones protecting us all forever, after all they died protecting this city. They gave their lives for something they believed in, and giving them places of honor and protection around the city would be the most respectful thing we could do, in my mind at least.
