Page 58 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him. “I got you, Sweetheart.”
The sincerity in his voice breaks me.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.
I shake my head against his chest.
“Just hold me,” I beg, and he groans as if he’s in pain, his arms wrapping around me tighter. “I just need you.”
“You have me, Sweetheart. I’ll hold you forever if that’s what it takes.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ve got you. You're okay. You're safe.”
Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths and with every inhale of his leather and musk, I start to believe it.
He starts to purr, and everything in me goes lax, like my body melts into his. My eyes grow heavy, sleep starting to take me under while Brady rubs my back.
And for the first time in my life, I don’t fall asleep alone.
I’m not alone anymore.
Something is touching me.What the fuck is in my bed?
Blinking my eyes open, I stay painfully still, not wanting to make any sudden movements. When my eyes land on a blond Viking-of-a-man lying there next to me, eyes closed and softly snoring, I barely hold back a scream.
Then last night comes flowing back in my mind.
So, it wasn’t a dream.
Lulu is really back in my life. And I have a scent matched Alpha.
Well, fuck me sideways.
I groan softly when I feel the pounding headache set in. It always happens after a concert.
Slowly sitting up, I stare down at the Alpha, taking in the curve of his nose, the blond beard that my hands itch to playwith, and the way his eyelashes fan out over the freckles under his eyes.
“You gonna watch him like a creeper?” Nate’s voice startles me.
I shoot him a glare, placing a finger over my lips. I don’t want him to wake up. Not yet. I’m a zombie right now and I need the good stuff before I’m able to people.
Crawling out of bed, I quietly shut my door and stand in the hallway with Nate.
He smiles, a heated look in his eyes as he slowly appraises me.
Any other time, I’d make a playful remark, but he knows the drill.
“Hand it over,” I grumble, holding out my hand.
His eyes meet mine, sparkling with laughter. “Here you go, Kitten. No need for the claws.”
I grunt, taking the pain meds from him and tossing them into my mouth before taking the bottle of water he holds out for me and downing it in a few mouthfuls.
“Feed me,” I grumble.
“What do you like to eat?” Brady’s sleepy voice has me spinning around. Tilting my head back, I look up at the sexy, rumpled look he’s sporting and clamp my thighs shut.
“Hi,” I squeak.
His lip twitches. “Hi, Sweetheart.” He chuckles, the sound deep and sexy. Not helping at all. “Sleep well?”
