Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 42: Bathing Together

Lana and the two other females soon brought buckets of cool water, freshly drawn from the well and poured it into the clay tub.

They also brought fresh soaking clothes, jars of cleaning herbs and petals, heena and towels.

"Alpha! Do you need any more assistance?" Lana asked, her eyes swaying from Siroos to Cassandra. While the former appeared casual and relaxed the latter was nervous.

"I got it covered. Thank you, Lana. You can resume the rest of the preparations tomorrow morning. I will handle the bathing and applying of heena," he promptly informed her.

Horrified, Lana opened her mouth to inform him that these rituals were supposed to be done by them. Siroos’s arched brow and the dour look he shot her made her close it again.

Respectfully bowing, they took their leave from the room before getting reprimanded.

Once the door closed, Siroos picked up two small glass vials from the tray. Their contents shimmered against the candle flame as he carried them to the tub. Removing the cork, Siroos emptied the one glowing amber into the cold water.

The most enticing smell with earthy notes wafted from it and Cassandra couldn’t help but close her eyes and take a deep whiff.

"Myrrh Oil, extracted from resin of the Myrrh tree combined with herbs to give it an invigorating scent. It contains healing properties and is exceptional for one’s skin," Siroos explained while grabbing the second vial from the tray. It shimmered like honey with gold dust in it, just like his eyes.

"Tuberose oil also called "Raat ki Rani" and "Queen of the Night" it has mood enhancing properties, and also acts as an aphrodisiac. The scent is so rich and captivating." Siroos whirled the vial under his nose, taking a slow intake of its powerful, seductive fragrance.

Tipping the vial, he poured the concentrated honey-like bathing oil into the water, too, while Cassandra watched, mesmerised.

"Didn’t take you for an apothecary," Cassandra teased, hearing his explanations of all these oils.

Siroos placed the vial back in the tray with a small clink sound and grabbed the large jar which contained petals of violet shade. The side of his upper lip curved upwards hearing her words as half of his sharp face lit up from the flickering candlelight.

"Only take me as a barbarian, there is a lot you don’t know about me," he calmly retorted back to her, opening the jar of petals.

The man had layers like an onion; the more she would peel, the more she would unfold, unbeknownst that he would bring tears to her eyes too, just like the onion.

"Then tell me, I would like to know," Cassandra answered, watching his veiny hands, which fisted around the petals, seeming fresh even though they had been stored in a jar.

Extracting a bunch, Siroos spread them in the cold water. They began to float like tiny boats shaped like hearts.

Once satisfied with everything, Siroos entered the bathtub, dipping his right toe in first and then settling against its back. The water rippled and raised in level, the petals were caught in a turbulent storm from the intrusion of this beast of a man.

Lifting his chin, he faced Cassandra, who was wearily watching him.

"Join me and I will tell you whatever you wish to know." He extended his hand so she could take it.

"Seriously? I am not taking my clothes off and bathing with you," she blurted out, the tips of her ears going red. Cassandra was shy; she got uncomfortable at times when Lotus’s maids bathed her, and here, this intriguing man was offering to do it.

But it was hot and sticky and she hadn’t taken a proper bath since leaving her kingdom. A dip in the cold water was extremely inviting and so was his offer.

"Tch! What a loss. These petals." Siroos picked one up and showed it to her. "They are from a special flower which only blooms at the base of the Asara Trees. There are only three of them which exist in the world right now and they are more than five hundred years old. Asara trees bloom no more in our world and once these die out we will lose these flowers forever," Siroos explained with a painful smile.

Cassandra had heard the legend behind the trees but she wished to hear it from Siroos. She didn’t know all the details and always welcomed a fresh perspective.

"Tell me more," she quietly said, watching the flicker of the candle flame in his eyes. His gaze bewitched her, his robustly masculine voice entranced her.

The air seemed to have been charged from the electrifying effect both of them caused for each other but she remained unaware of how she captivated him too.

"Keep your chemise on and join me. I will tell you the whole story," Siroos could no longer resist her, he wished to touch his mate, bathe her with affection, drag in her scent.

Finally making up her mind and seeing no way out of this, Cassandra turned away from him and slipped out of her rusty-shaded tunic dress. The tiny strapped chemise underneath barely covered her hips and its deep cowl and thin fabric left little to the imagination.

But for now she didn’t have time to worry about that, she wanted to get inside the cold water, sit in it and let it cool her hot skin, it seemed to be burning and heat was not the only factor.

Turning around she drew near to the simping man, his coy globes were fixated on her curvy body, especially her wounded thigh. The bandage had been removed and only a small purple patch remained, an ugly patch.

Offering his hand he helped her inside and guiding her by the waist he settled her between his widely spread legs.

The cold water was as blissful as it was refreshing against her burning skin. She sighed in deep relief and gathered her legs up while Siroos’s hands landed on her arms.

He took his time admiring the curves and dips of her neck, how the bones protruded leaving him ravines and hills to trace his nose on.

His fingers wandered like the strokes of a deft artist on the canvas of her arms, making her instantly relax against his hard chest.

His needy lips landed in the dip of her shoulder as he wistfully murmured.

"Would you like to hear the story while I explore your curves? Especially the soft ones between your legs. I promise to be gentle."

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