Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers-Chapter 536: In The Showers

Warning: Mature content in the Chapter

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Evaline:

The moment I stepped under the shower, my muscles finally began to loosen.

Cold water cascaded down my shoulders, tracing paths along my spine, washing away the lingering sweat and a little of the sharp burn in my arms from combat class.

I tilted my head back, letting the water soak my hair, fingers working quickly through the strands. I wanted to be done fast... my body was exhausted, and all I wanted was to use the remaining half hour of the free period to rest.

The shower hall had been empty by the time I arrived. Every other girl had already showered and left, their laughter and chatter long gone. Only the distant hum of pipes and the steady rush of water kept me company.

I had just rinsed the conditioner from my hair when I heard footsteps.

I smiled faintly. "Clara?" I called over the water, assuming it was her. She had been assigned cleanup duty of practice hall with me, Noah, and Bryan.

There was no answer... but the footsteps didn’t retreat. Instead, they moved deeper into the showers.

Something shifted in my chest.

A familiar awareness crept over me... slow, heavy, unmistakable. The kind that made my skin prickle and my breath hitch for all good reasons.

I froze mid-movement.

The water kept running, but my heart had begun to pound so loudly I was sure it could be heard through the walls.

I knew that presence. I had felt it too many times before...

Oscar.

A soft knock sounded against the door of my cubicle.

Once.

My fingers curled against the tiled wall.

I didn’t move.

Another knock... gentler this time, almost patient.

My pulse thudded wildly as I reached for the latch. I hesitated for half a second longer than necessary before unlocking it.

The door opened immediately and Oscar stepped inside.

He closed the door behind him and turned the lock with a quiet, decisive click.

The sound echoed far too loudly in the small space.

I stared at him, water dripping from my hair, my mind scrambling to catch up.

"What are you doing?" I whispered sharply. "Oscar-Clara could come in any moment."

His eyes swept over me in one slow glance before locking onto my face. Dark. Intent. Hungry in a way that made my breath stutter.

Without answering, he reached up and pulled his tank over his head.

My throat went dry.

He was already barefoot. His hands moved to his trousers next, unhurried, deliberate. I turned my face away, not trusting myself to look, heat flooding my cheeks.

He hung his clothes neatly on the hooks inside the door... right beside my towel and bathrobe... before stepping closer.

The space between us vanished.

He crowded me back until my shoulders met the cool tile, his body blocking most of the water so it poured over him instead, splashing against my legs.

"Oscar," I hissed, trying to sound stern and failing miserably. "This is dangerous."

His hands came up, bracing against the wall on either side of my head.

"That’s the point," he murmured.

Before I could argue, the outer door to the showers opened again, and footsteps echoed.

My breath caught painfully in my chest.

Someone else was here.

Oscar’s gaze flicked to our cubicle door for a split second before returning to me. He lifted one finger to his lips in a silent warning.

Stay quiet.

The footsteps moved toward the first few cubicles... far from ours at the end.

A door opened. Then closed. And water started running moments later.

My heart was racing so hard I thought it might give us away.

Oscar didn’t wait.

He leaned in and captured my mouth with his.

The kiss was deep, searing, and utterly unapologetic... stealing my breath, my thoughts, my resolve in one devastating sweep. His lips moved against mine with practiced confidence, slow at first, then more demanding, as if he had been holding back for far too long.

I melted.

I couldn’t help it.

My hands fisted in his shoulders, my nails digging into warm skin as he kissed me like he had been starving. His body pressed closer, heat and strength surrounding me, grounding me even as my knees threatened to give out.

His hands slid down my sides, leaving sparks in their wake. He explored my body with a reverent thoroughness that made my head spin, thumbs brushing, palms steady, as if memorizing me all over again.

I bit back a sound, pressing my lips together as he trailed kisses along my jaw, down my neck, lingering just long enough on Kieran’s mark to make my breath shake.

"Quiet," he breathed against my skin, his voice low and rough.

I nodded, though my body was betraying me completely.

Every touch sent sensation spiraling, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. The danger of being discovered only sharpened everything - the closeness, the heat, the way my world narrowed to the man in front of me.

His forehead rested briefly against mine, his breath uneven.

"You have no idea," he murmured, "how hard it’s been not to kiss you out there in the class."

I swallowed hard, my fingers clutching at him like an anchor.

The water continued to fall, muffling soft sounds, hiding the way my breathing had grown unsteady, the way my body responded to his every movement.

Time blurred as two of his fingers slipped inside my already drenched core. The world shrank to contrast between the cold water and the heat building inside me.

When the water in the other cubicle shut off, I nearly panicked.

But Oscar didn’t slow down at all. Instead, his fingers only picked up their speed while his thumb found my aching clit. While his other hand moved to cover my mouth gently but firmly.

Footsteps headed the exit.

I barely dared to breathe.

The door opened. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Closed.

And silence returned.

Until a muffled moan escaped my lips as his tongue finally ran over Kieran’s mark and pushed me over the edge of pleasure.

He held me as the waves washed over me... powerful and intense.

When he pulled back, his eyes were darker than usual, his expression unreadable... but his voice was steady.

"This isn’t over," he said quietly. "Find me in my quarters tonight."

My heart skipped.

"To finish what we couldn’t," he added, his lips brushing my ear.

I nodded, still breathless.

I reached for my bathrobe and wrapped it around myself before unlocking the door. Peeking out, I scanned the empty showers.

Clear.

I glanced back at him and nodded once.

Oscar was already dressed when he stepped out, composed as ever, as if nothing had happened. He passed me without a word and stepped out of the showers.

I stayed behind, leaning against the cool lockers, my heart still racing... and my mind already picturing the scenes of my time with him later tonight.