"Pretty, let's get you all dried up," Royce takes a clinging Mylo out of the pool.
Mylo lets out a tapered whine, snuggling closer to the Alpha. He didn't want to leave the water, he wanted to continue cradling and hugging Royce like this.
It feels so good and mind numbing.
"Right behind you," Ryker cited, throwing himself back into the pool as he continued swimming.
Three maids were kneeling by the door with neatly folded towels in their hands as Royce walked into the living room.
"Pretty, sit down."
Mylo refuses, holding Royce even more tightly.
"I don't want to sit. I want to stay on your body."
"But I won't be able to clean you this way, pretty," Royce sighs as Mylo didn't nudge at all.
A maid immediately appeared beside him at a lift of his finger and handed him a towel.
Royce spreads the towel over Mylo's hair, drying him off.
"You are teasing your Alpha this way, Mylo," He confesses, knowing all his blood is pumping to his cock.
