When the door closes behind the Alpha, I find myself running back to Konstantin’s room, pushing open a door I suspected to be a bathroom, and going straight for the shower. I turned the shower to its hottest setting as I dove under the pelting rain of water without bothering to remove my clothes and started scrubbing my neck.
Using my nails, I digged deep and scraped at myself until I felt so raw that the water started to sting against my skin. But no matter what I did— no matter how much I scrubbed and clawed at myself, I still felt his tongue on me, his hands on me.
Time went on as I scrubbed at myself relentlessly, trying to feel a new sensation, even if it’s pain, whatever it took just to get the feeling of the Alpha out of my neck. I didn’t even know that I was crying until Konsta
