Book 7: A Wonderful Life

Mark

It’s my turn to spend the night with Rose, and I can hardly wait. It is a little odd being in this position, sharing my mate with four other men, but now that we have our situation settled, I realize I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I’m carrying flowers as I go into her room. I think she’s probably in bed, resting, after another long day of caring for the babies.

Instead, I find her in the bathtub–naked and bubbly–and I grin at her.

“Well, hello there, Alpha Mark,” she says from the large tub filled with warm, sudsy water. “Care to join me?”

I lay the flowers on the counter and quickly strip, a big grin on my face. She watches me, and I think maybe it would be sexier if I slowed down, but I can hardly breathe watching her run her hand over her bare arm, washing herself with the foam from the bubbles.

Soon enough, I’m naked and in the tub with her. I scoot behind her, holding her, and pick up a bar of soap and a washcloth.