Page 13 of Game On

“Think so… my mouth is dry.”

I nodded, though she couldn’t see me. “Can I… come take care of you?”

The amount of vulnerability in my voice wasn’t intentional, but it was there all the same.

She seemed to consider my words through her exhausted mind, turning it over.

“I’m tired,” she reiterated.

It wasn’t hard to parse her meaning. “I won’t do anything except cuddle… if you want, I can also get you set up and leave again. Wait out here until you wake back up.”

Each of those words out of my mouth felt… so wrong, but it was about making her comfortable.

“Cuddling soundsamazing.” She sounded dazed, as if she might not have said that if she wasn’t blissed out and weary.

“Buzz me in, babygirl,” I said lightly. “I promise to behave.”

It took her a few moments, but she peeled herself off the bench and made her way to the door.

I moved towards it, grabbing one of the muzzles attached by the door. They were here to make sure we didn’t accidentallymate an omega during heat, just in case they sent us into rut. That was always a dangerous combination.

I heard the latch click and saw the door swing a fraction. She pushed it the rest of the way open, and I was stunned for a moment. Though I’d been able to see her, it was like watching her through a screen. Face to face, close enough to touch, she was something else.

“I like the muzzle,” she said, her words softly slurred as her tired eyes looked me over. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”

A chuckle came from my lips even as I ignored the twitch of my cock. “It’s not really a fashion choice.”

I stepped into the room. It was like any of the others I’d been to, but now it was filled with her scent, giving it a touch of something different. Something I could easily become addicted to.

Her.

“Go lay down,” I told her. “I’ll get us a snack and water.”

She nodded and made her way over. I walked to the tablet mounted to the wall near the door and put in a request for a ton of snacks, from crinkled cheesy chips to chocolate sandwich cookies. I added a gallon of water along with some milk, just in case she wanted it for the cookies.

“What’s your name?” she asked suddenly, snapping my attention back to her.

“Charlie,” I said easily. I hadn’t really meant to. People usually used fake names when they came here, but the inclination to be honest with her took over.

Her brow quirked. “That sounds real.”

“It is.”

She blinked at me for a moment. “Mine’s Tara,” she said quietly.

“Tara,” I parroted, rolling her name around my lips. It was pretty, and fit her perfectly.

She shuffled a bit as I said it, though I wasn’t sure why.

I didn’t care much however, as I crawled back into bed with her, letting her sink easily against my body. My hand wrapped around her back, rubbing small circles.

“I like your tattoos,” I said after a few moments of silence.

“Thanks,” she said, muffled against my chest. “Do you have any? I couldn’t pick one out, not even on your butt.”

I laughed. “No, I don’t. Never had anything interesting to get.” Which was true… on top of my fear of needles.

“Well, if you decide to do it, know you’ll never just get one. Once you’ve done it, you’re hooked.”

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