Page 35 of Calypso's Shield
He pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and goes to the last door on the right. He unlocks the door and shoves it open, motioning for me to go before him.
Once Farris closes the door, I let out a shaky breath, my arms wrapped around my stomach. My voice is barely above a whisper. “I haven’t been feeling right lately.”
Farris’s brows furrow, concern flickering in his gaze. “Your Lupus?”
I shake my head. “It’s more than that.” I turn my back to him, pressing my hands against the wall, trying to steady my breathing.
Farris is behind me, too close and not close enough. I can feel the heat of him at my back, the tension radiating off his body. His presence is demanding, impossible to ignore.
I force the words out. “I might be pregnant.”
The air shifts.
Farris doesn’t react at first, just stares at me, his expression unreadable. Then he exhales. “Might?” His voice is low, rough, and barely controlled.
I chew the inside of my cheek, my throat tightening. “I haven’t taken a test yet.”
His jaw flexes. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for me, but he doesn’t. Instead, his voice comes out rough and low. “Is it mine?”
I spin around so fast that my back hits the wall, and my hands curl into fists. I snap my head up, my eyes burning. “Are you fucking serious?”
His blue eyes are ice, but beneath the anger, there’s something else. Something raw.Farris exhales hard, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know, Calypso. You disappear formonths, you don’t tell me about your ex, and now you drop this on me? What the fuck am I supposed to think?”
Pain claws up my throat. I don’t know if it’s anger or something worse. I push off the wall and shove his chest hard. He barely moves.
“You really think I’d be standing here, looking you in the fucking eyes if it wasn’t yours?” My voice is sharp, but underneath, I hate how much it hurts. I want to scream in frustration. I want to punch him in the face for that comment.
His hands are on me before I can say anything else, gripping my arms, and dragging me closer. His touch is fire, his fingers digging into my skin like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
“You don’t get to push me away and expect me to just take it,” he growls, voice rough as gravel. “I’ve been losing my goddamn mind, Calypso.” I stuck in a sharp breath.
“You don’t know what it’s like,” he continues, his forehead almost touching mine, his breath hot against my lips. “Going two months not knowing if you’re safe. Not knowing if I was just a mistake you regret.”
The pain in his voice wrecks me. I shake my head. “You were never a mistake.”
He exhales hard, his grip tightening before he yanks me against him. His mouth crashes into mine. Our kiss is hard, desperate, and angry.
I fist his shirt, pulling him closer as my back hits the wall again. He presses against me, his body a solid, unyielding force, his hands sliding down to grab my hips, pinning me there.
I should stop this. We should talk, but I don’t want to talk. I want to feel.
I arch into him, moaning when his teeth catch my bottom lip, when he groans into my mouth like he’s been starving for this.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his lips trailing down my jaw, to my throat, his fingers grip my hips so tight it’s like he’s trying to mark me.
I gasp when Farris presses his thigh between mine, forcing me to grind against him. “Farris.” I moan.
“Tell me this isn’t just a game to you,” Farris growls. His hands slide under my shirt, his fingers skimming bare skin. His touch is hot and unforgiving. He’s branding me as his, and I’m powerless to stop him.
I want to tell him this is a game, but I can’t because it’s not.
I grab Farris’s face, dragging his mouth back to mine, kissing him so hard we both lose balance for a second. He spins us, slamming me against the opposite wall, trapping me with his body.
“You fucking wreck me,” Farris murmurs against my lips.
His words send a shiver down my spine. “Then let me,” I whisper.
Farris groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his breathing ragged. He wants this. I can feel it in every tense muscle, every rough grip, every way he pulls me closer when he should be letting me go. Farris’s hands go back to my waist, tightening around my hips, his breathing uneven.
