Trainwreck

Chapter 8

The shower door slid open with a soft whisk , but Hanni was barely aware of it. Partly she felt as if she were still dreaming, the hand raised to push the frosted glass aside and reveal the woman behind not really belonging to her, but to her doppleganger, whose actions she just happened to spectate.

The sheet, still wrapped around her from the bed, fell partially away when she moved, but Hanni gave it, and the nudity revealed little thought, her mind totally absorbed by the sight before her eyes.

The water must have been running cold, because instead of the expected swirls of vapor and lungfuls of humid air, she was greeted by a blast of cold, as if she'd opened a window in the midst of a winter night instead.

Hanni's body instantly reacted; her nipples pebbled to a hardness that it would hurt to touch, the fine hairs on her arms stood on edge, and her skin turned bumpy with gooseflesh.

She gasped, but the cold was of little consequence to her, especially when compared to what the sight of Minji was doing to her blood. It flowed along her veins like gasoline, leaving blackened vessels in its path. It seemed to Hanni that the entirety of her blood was rushing southward, and she grasped the shower's door, dizziness washing over her.

Still, her eyes never left the Alpha.

Minji sat on the shower's floor, her skin glistening with water. Hanni had not noticed it under the flattening glare of the train's neon lights, but the brunette sported a tan and, in the softer, warmer glow illuminating the bathroom, her skin shone, almost bronzed.

More water jetted down from the shower head, giving Hanni the impression that the Alpha was sitting under a waterfall. Her hair was soaked through and matted, falling across her shoulders like a wolf pelt, droplets of water flying everywhere when Minji tossed her head to push stray locks away from her face.

Hanni's gaze traveled downward, and a small part of her felt shame at how she was so brazenly appraising the Alpha before her. She couldn't stop herself however, her eyes drawn from Minji's face to her sculpted collarbone and heaving chest. At the sight of the brunette's breasts her stomach tightened, her mouth filling with water at the prospect of latching onto Minji's nipples to lick, and suck and bite until she left the mark of her teeth behind.

When her eyes finally came to rest on the erection between Minji's legs, Hanni had to swallow back a moan.

The Alpha's cock was so hard it almost quivered, and as Minji shifted it bobbed gently, slapping against her taut belly and seemingly saluting Hanni.

She could not tear herself away from staring at it: its head was swollen and red, pre-cum weeping from the tip, and a delicate vein pulsed - in inviting, stark relief - along the rock-hard length, making Hanni wonder what kind if noises the Alpha would make if she traced it with her tongue.

As that thought crashed through her mind, incendiary and unstoppable, Hanni swallowed again. It didn't help, drool flooding her mouth as soon as she was done.

To complete the picture, there was the smell. The atmosphere was heavy with the pungent, enticing scent of Alpha pheromones. In the background, beneath the constant drip-drip of the water, Hanni could hear the bathroom's vent, but no matter how quickly the mechanism was sucking stale air in and spewing fresh one out it couldn't rid the enclosed space of Minji's scent.

Hanni could imagine the lust pheromones the Alpha subconsciously released, the particles hanging around Minji almost-seen, like dissipating strands of morning fog.

She breathed it in, allowing herself to be enveloped in Minji's essence. Eyes closed and nose twitching with each inhale, it was as if the Alpha's strong, protective arms were already holding her close. Just a taste of what a complete mating would be like, Minji's scent told Hanni of things she had ignored about the brunette thus far. It charted the Alpha like a map, scattered traces leading Hanni down the road of her past and all the things that made Minji who she was.