Page 27 of Unknowingly Being his Brat

Reluctantly, I got up from the plush carpet and padded over to where Darius stood, smiling brightly at my surrender.

“Perfect! It’s non-scented shampoo, so you won’t be annoyed by it.”

Glaring, because it was either that or biting him, I followed him into the biggest bathroom. His bathtub was large enough for me to sit in. How he was going to wash me from the side was the true question. But hey, that was his issue not mine.

Approaching the tub, I found it already filled with water. I glared at him again. He seemed to assume too much already if he knew I would surrender so easily to him. But again, I was tired of fighting. Maybe life would be easier if I just accepted whatever people wanted of me. An idea I would think harder about later, when a bath wasn’t waiting for me.

My stitches weren’t pulling on my skin anymore, thankfully, so moving around wasn’t a hassle, and I’d been honest this morning when I said I was just tired.

“I think I need to help you in,” Darius grinned, standing next to me and the tub. “Put your frontpaws here.” He pointed at the edge. “Then I’ll carry your behind closer so you can get in easier.”

I did as he asked, pleased when I felt his strong arms come around my hind legs.

The water was pleasant, not too warm, but also not freezing either. And like Darius had promised, there was no scent to it, making it that much more enjoyable to my senses. I sat down, letting the water hit me around the waist.

“I’ll soap you up now,” Darius informed me, his tone was casual, so I just closed my eyes and waited for the feel of his hands on me again.

The sound of either clothes or towels hitting the floor, and then the sound of skin on porcelain, the slight squeaky sound alerted me that Darius held on to the edge of the tub. My confusion over the sounds were enough for me to open my eyes and scan the room for Darius. I felt him step into the tub behind me, making my head snap back and…slam right into his dick.

“Shit!” Darius groaned, the dick slap had likely been harder than expected. Also, why was he naked?! Andinthe tub?!

“Definitely not how I imagined the first time you touched my dick to go.” He gave me a pained smile, but it quickly turned into his real grin as the pain subsided. “Now. Let’s get you washed up.”

I nodded and reluctantly turned my head again. I wanted to continue my perusal of his delectable body, the dick I’d only briefly gotten a glimpse of before he’d cradled it protectively,wasn’t at all a good enough look. But I couldn’t very well do more about the naked body behind me while I was in my wolf form, nor did Iwantto.

It took ten excruciating minutes before I was clean, Darius making sure I was handled with gentle hands around the stitches, his touch soothing even with the cooling water. It really couldn’t be comfortable for him; the temperature alone would definitely be too cold for his human form. The fact he did everything he could for my comfort, pushing his own aside meant more to me than his words of wanting me. Actions showed me he meant those words. I just hoped he kept meaning them when I turned back into my human form.

“I’ll grab your towels,” he declared, carefully getting out of the tub. “I think we need to get you as dry as possible, then maybe sit outside for a little and let the wind do the rest?”

Nodding in agreement, I waited for him to grab the towels, trying my best not to eye his soft cock as he moved around the bathroom. He already had two towels on the floor, but those had been soaked through mid-bath.

“Here,” he said, gesturing for me to jump out on freshly laid towels.

Carefully and as elegantly as I could—being a wet overgrown dog—I jumped out and landed on the towels. I sat quickly, quelling the urge to shake my fur and douse the entire bathroom with water.

Darius covered me in towels, big and small. His grin and joy as he took care of me was genuine, and I just needed to please him. To be good for him. I wanted him to look that happy and content forever.

“There,” he declared, sounding satisfied. “You’re as dry as I can possibly get you without using a hairdryer.” We both shivered at the mention of that. It wasn’t because we wouldn’t like the hot air across our bodies, no, it was the sound it made that grated on our ears.

I sat on the towels, waiting patiently as Darius quickly dried his lower body and put on some boxers and joggers. The sight of his abs on display was enough for me not to pout at his now fully covered lower half. Wasn’t that what he’d meant when he said compromises? I might not get to ogle his dick and ass all day, but I got his abs, which were just as lickable as his other parts.

“We should go out and get you dry—”

Darius was interrupted by the annoyingly familiar voice of my dad. “Darius? Milo? Where are you?”

Had he seriously just walked inside Darius’ home? I tried to raise my wolf brow to convey that question to Darius, but he seemed mostly annoyed and confused, so Dad hadn’t been invited. Perfect.

“Just a sec!” Darius yelled back.

Angry at having this moment broken with my fated, I followed Darius out of the bathroom. Dad had indeed done us the favorof letting himself in. He sat on the couch, waving at us as we approached.

“Is something wrong?” Dad asked, looking at my damp fur.

“Not at all,” Darius assured him as he sat on the couch too. “I just wanted Milo’s fur cleaned before Nic comes by.”

“Oh, I guess that would be wise. Wouldn’t want your furniture ruined by blood,” Dad said, eyeing the fluffy carpet that clearly had lots of blood on it already.

If I hadn’t been shifted, I would’ve definitely blushed. Poor Darius would need to replace that carpet, all because of me and my blood.