Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 116: Practice Makes an Alpha Perfect (Slight R18)
Ivory slid my underwear down my legs with clinical efficiency, her warm hands steady despite my feeble protests, callused fingertips grazing my milky white thighs just enough to send unwelcome sparks racing up my spine.
"Come on, you can’t remove your underwear all by yourself, can you?"
"Fine."
"You are a good girl, Emily."
"Shut up!"
She eased me into the steaming tub next, the water enveloping my aching, post-physio body like a scalding embrace—bubbles foaming thick around my curves, soothing the fire in my weakened muscles but doing nothing for the raw vulnerability twisting my gut.
"I feel like a baby," I mumbled, cheeks burning crimson as suds clung to my breasts and thickened hips, raven waves plastered damp against my neck. I am completely dependent on these alphas for everything. Also, why are they praising me for the simplest of the things that I do?
"Maybe you are a baby," Ivory teased, her eyes twinkling with wicked mischief, chocolate skin glowing golden under the bathroom’s steamy amber lights, locs framing her sharp jawline.
"Stop teasing me," I huffed, splashing a trembling hand at her—though it barely rippled the surface, my arms jelly from the session.
She handed me the body wash with a knowing smirk, but my fingers fumbled it instantly, the bottle slipping through my weakened grip to bob mockingly amid the froth. Ivory arched a perfect brow, locs swaying as she leaned closer, her chili-tang pheromones cutting through the humid air like a heated blade.
"See? You are a baby."
"Shut up!" I snapped, emerald eyes flashing defiance despite the flush creeping down my neck to stain my collarbone.
With a low, throaty chuckle that vibrated straight to my core, she reached into the tub, fishing out the lotion bottle instead—her movements deliberate, unhurried, like she owned every inch of this moment. "Let me apply it for you. Your arms are shaking like leaves in a storm—can’t have you dropping everything."
"What?!" I shot her a shocked glare, heart stuttering wild as I hugged my knees to my chest, water sloshing over the tub’s edge, instinctively shielding my pebbled nipples and the soft swell under my belly.
"Yes, let me apply." Her voice dropped to velvet-smooth command, coaxing yet unyielding as she popped the cap with a soft click, the creamy scent of vanilla and eucalyptus blooming thick.
"It’s unethical," I protested, voice pitching higher, though my body betrayed me with a shiver rippling across my skin—nothing to do with the cooling bubbles.
"Well, we’re both women." She dangled the logic like sweet bait, smirking as she squirted lotion into her palm, rubbing her hands warm and slick.
"Don’t play that card! We’re opposite genders!" I yelped, clutching my breasts tighter, nipples hardening traitorously against my palms, slick heat already pooling low despite the humiliation. She is an alpha, and I am an omega!
"Now you realize that?" Her tone turned sarcastic, laced with amusement, as she set the lotion aside and rolled up her sleeves, exposing toned forearms glistening with faint steam.
I glared daggers, lips parting for a retort, but she just pried my arms up gently but firmly, exposing my curves to the humid air—full breasts bouncing free, dusky peaks tightening further under her gaze.
"You don’t get to tease me like this."
"Emily, stop being a child." Her hands descended already slick with lotion, gliding warm and firm over my shoulders first—thumbs digging deep into knotted traps, kneading in slow, rolling presses that wrenched an involuntary sigh from my throat, my head lolling back against the tub’s rim.
"I’m not a child!" I bit back, voice wobbling as her fingers trailed fire down my collarbone, though my plush thighs clenched instinctively under the water, betraying the ache building between them.
"You’re behaving like a child and a cat. Kitten—that’d be exact."
She grinned wolfish and triumphant, fingers tracing lazy circles down my biceps, then inward to my sides—palms splaying wide over my ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts teasingly.
"I’m not either of them! Also, why are you touching my breasts?!" I denied hotly, but even as the words left my lips, her touch ventured bolder—strong hands cupping my breasts fully now, lotion foaming creamy white as she rubbed deliberate, languid arcs over the heavy swells, tracing the sensitive undersides and up to circle each areola with featherlight precision.
My breath hitched sharp, back arching faint into her palms.
"Then let me apply the body lotion on your body," she murmured, challenge hanging triumphant in the steam-thick air. I glared harder, realizing too late I’d tumbled right into her trap, raven waves sticking to my flushed cheeks.
She isn’t asking! This woman is just informing me, isn’t she?
"You—!" Words died strangled as she worked lower, one hand skating flat over my taut belly, fingers dipping into my navel before fanning wide across flared hips—kneading the plush give there, then sliding down to my thickened thighs.
She parted them just enough with insistent pressure, lathering every inner inch, her knuckles grazing perilously close to my core where slick bloomed hot and shameful, omega instincts purring feral despite the burn of embarrassment.
"Arms up and relaxed—good girl," she husked, voice dropping an octave rougher now, chili pheromones thickening the haze like a drug.
I bit my full lips bloody to stifle the moans bubbling up, but she wasn’t done—thumbs circling my nipples again, slow and torturous, before pinching sharp, rolling the dusky peaks between callused fingers until they throbbed rosy, swollen, aching peaks straining toward her touch.
Water splashed wild as my hips bucked unbidden, chasing friction.
"Y-you a-are... a-a... h-hooligan t-too..." I gasped, arching helpless into her hands, emerald eyes glazing over as jolts of pleasure stabbed straight to my clit.
"Don’t... t-t-touch t-there..."
"I’m a cop, Emily." She leaned in closer, breath ghosting hot against my ear, free hand dipping lower to massage lotion into the crease where thigh met hip—fingers teasing the soaked folds of my pussy without mercy, spreading slick-lotion mix in filthy glides.
"Ivory, p-please... not t-there..."
"And you’re enjoying your officer’s thorough care. Look at you—dripping for it already."
"This isn’t... n-not... how... h-how I-I b-bathe..." I whimpered brokenly, but my thighs were spread wider by Ivory, hips rolling faint into her palm as she explored deeper—every stroke fuller, filthier, one finger circling my entrance teasingly before plunging shallow, then retreating.
I glared at her with a red face, but didn’t say anything.
"What? I am cleaning that region too."
"This... isn’t h-how..."
"Oh, I don’t have a one, right? Don’t worry practice makes an alpha perfect."
Her other hand pinched a nipple harder, twisting just shy of pain, unravelling me thread by thread until I was a trembling, moaning wreck, the water churning around us like my failing control.
