Page 102 of Drown My Sorrow

“I didn’t not like you,” Kelly growls. “You had alphas, and you were happy, and I’d given up everything to keep you safe and had been looking for you, but you weren’t waiting for me. So, I was mad. And I thought they were bad, that you were being manipulated and taken advantage of and used. My plan was to rescue you and let you live a happy and free life. Then they bonded us, and I…”

“What?”

Kelly presses his lips in a firm line and focuses his gaze on my hair where he is rubbing shampoo into my scalp.

“I was scared. I’ve never felt so helpless or so violated, and I was scared and angry. All that mattered was making them pay for what they’d done.”

“You were going to leave?” I can’t help the sound of pain in my question.

“Yes.”

“You hurt me.”

“I did. I’m going to make it up to you. We all are. No more running.”

“You-”

“I did all of it. I hurt you and your pack. Hell, I put you in danger. Aspyn, I know what I did. I am sorry. More sorry than I can say for misreading the situation and for not believing the Daane when they explained it in simple words to me.”

I try to speak, but he tilts my head back and starts rinsing my hair. It feels so amazing. I just stand there naked in the hot spray with my fully-clothed alpha, and then he picks up the soap.

My heart hammers in my chest, and I think about stopping him, but as his hand moves towards me, that desperate part of myself that has longed for him since I first saw him locks in my throat.

The bar of soap runs over my skin, and I watch in helpless fascination as Kelly Raines thoroughly but slowly washes every inch of my body. My skin tingles, and I pant in the stench of my perfume.

He kneels down and lifts one foot, gliding the soap up the inside of my thigh. I know he can smell me, just as I know he knows he’s affecting me. But when he gets to my pussy, he hesitates. I have two options: spread my legs or close them. Give him access or deny him.

I spread my legs.

He looks up and meets my eyes. Then he leans forward and, with his eyes still locked with mine, kisses me between my legs with infinite gentleness.

I moan and reach for his head, gripping his hair and pulling him closer.

He obeys the wordless command and opens his mouth, his tongue lapping over my clit in a long, slow lick. I shudder, but Kelly just moves in, ghosting his fingers up the insides of my thighs. He laps again and again.

With my free arm, I reach out and hold on to the wall.

“Trust me?” he rasps out.

It’s a risk. It’s hard, but I nod my head tightly, deciding to take a chance.

He is careful when he lifts my injured leg over his shoulder, exposing me to his eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I would never want that. But it happened, and I want a chance to make it right.”

He leans forward, placing a kiss on my clit. “I just wanted you to have a good life.”

I sob when he pushes a single finger up inside me.

“I wanted you to feel good.”

“Kelly,” I moan.

He curls his finger in me and then pulls it out. When he presses it in again, he’s added a finger.

I shudder and tilt my hips, shifting restlessly.

“I’ll make it up to you forever,” Kelly whispers and sucks my clit hard.

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