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My lips part with the weight of his words. “I’m scared,” I admit eventually.
“Me too,” he admits softly.
“Will you tell me if it ever goes away? Will you tell me, and not touch me feeling nothing?”
“Christ,” he says, rubbing his face with his hand. “Rayne.” The desperation in his tone adds to my fear. “I don’t want this feeling to go away. I don’t think it will. You are my mate. I know that. I feel it here.” He thumps his chest. “That’s the difference between you and everyone else.”
“You haven’t answered me.” My voice is so soft, I’m not sure he heard me.
“Yes, I will tell you,” he says just as quietly.
I nod and take his hand, kissing his knuckles. “Do you really love me?” I ask, scrunching up my nose.
He shrugs. “I don’t know what else to call it. Is that okay?”
“Definitely. But can you wait just a little longer before I say it back?” My tentative question hangs between us before he smiles, a genuine, happy smile.
“I will wait a lifetime for you, Rayne.”
Finding his answer perfect, I crawl off the bed and pull him up. “You won’t have much of a lifetime left if that goes septic. Let’s fix you up.”
He nods slowly and lets me pull him into the bathroom, where I find everything I need to play nursemaid, and I’m not at all sorry when his cock pops into my mouth while I’m on my knees in front of him.
Slutty nurse always was my favourite Halloween costume, after all.
ChapterForty-Three
Rayne
After I’ve settled Richard back in bed to get some much-needed rest, I stay until he falls asleep. It doesn’t take him long, and it’s not surprising. He looks worn out and last night would’ve aggravated his exhaustion.
I slip back into my bedroom and get dressed in my last remaining set of clothes. Black yoga pants and a loose top. Deciding that now is as good a time as any to do some laundry, I grab the basket, throw the towel in and head downstairs. I pause at the bottom of the stairs, watching the four alphas barricading the front door.
“They’re here?” I croak, dropping the basket as my heart skips a beat.
“No,” Spencer says, helping William move the side table over to the locked and bolted front door. “We are preparing to defend the stronghold.”
“Oh,” I squeak. “Can I help?”
He comes over to me as James wheels his chair out of his office and hands it to William to lift up and place sideways on top of the table.
“No, there’s nothing for you to do except stay safe. Go back to your nest and we’ll carry on down here.”
I purse my lips at him and his slightly condescending words. “I can be useful,” I snap. “I’m not going to stand around like a fart in a colander while you lot fortify the house because ofme!”
Silence descends in the already quiet entrance hall.
“A fart in a colander?” Cameron asks, blinking at me, trying desperately to keep his face straight.
He cannot.
He bursts out laughing, easing the tension that ratcheted up a notch.
Spencer’s lips twitch and he too starts laughing.
Trying to maintain my air of annoyance, I cross my arms and give him a fierce glare.
“Okay, Hot Omega, you win,” he chuckles and peers at the basket. “Did you bring that to help?”
