Page 22 of Vallaverse: Twist
I woke up to Kris grinning down at me as she pushed the needle into my thigh. “Good morning,” she'd said, all cuddle and purr. “Today's going to be a good day for you, baby. You get what you need today.”
I didn't understand what she meant until I felt the inferno rushing through me. My eyes dilated so fast that I could almost hear their sudden overtaking of my irises.
“You need to eat something, sweetheart. Here, quick now,” she'd said and tried to shove a cracker or a piece of toast, or something, into my mouth.
I shoved her away, and she put her hands on her hips. “Fine,” she said. “Have it your way.”
Then she left, and now I'm waiting.
This does not feel like a good day.
It feels like hell is boiling inside of me and I'm alone.
“Kris!” I call, but she doesn't answer.
My temperature and torture rise with each second that passes. What time is it? My phone isn't on the nightstand when I reach for it. I drag myself out of bed and to the window to open the drapes and nearly fall over when the glaring sunlight hits me in the face. Afternoon. This looks like afternoon sun. My stomach makes an empty sound right before the first cramp has me gritting my teeth.
“Kris!” I yell.
Still no answer.
I slowly make my way to the door, but nothing happens when I twist the knob. Nothing. I'm locked in. Why? The only time she's ever locked me inside my room is when I asked her to once when I was trying to come off of R. That was an obvious failure, but I tried. Now I'm locked in, and I'm starting to burn.
A shower. I need a shower. A cold one.
I walk to the en-suite bathroom, letting my fingertips trail across every piece of furniture on the way, and turn on the cold water. I add just enough hot water to turn the water from frigid to lukewarm before I get in. It starts out well enough, but within minutes, I turn the hot water completely off and relish every drop of icy water that splashes across my skin.
Why would she do this to me?
I know I can't just stop taking R all at once, but she's been giving me smaller doses. I thought she was starting to accept my decision. I mean, sure, she left a bouquet of those smaller doses with the last Alpha who was with me, but that's nothing she hasn't done before. She's done it at my request many times. Granted, I was much deeper in then than I'm trying to be now, but it's not an abnormal thing for her to do.
Why would she give me this much and leave me alone? What would be the point?
A wave of heat crashes into me and I fall to my knees on the tile. I need to get to my bed. As soon as I'm able to loosen myhands from around my clenching stomach, I reach up and twist the knob until the water slows and then stops. Then I crawl out of the shower and toward my bed.
If I weren’t alone, I wouldn't be so miserable. She never does this when I'm alone. There is always a client lined up. The fiery rush before we fuck is delicious, but when I'm alone, it just hurts.
“Kris!” I call again as I climb onto my bed, but there's little volume to it. “Kris! I need help.”
Nothing. Not a single footstep. This is cruel. I don't understand why this is happening. I'm starting to ache. My erection is already almost painfully hard, and my balls are drawn up so tightly that the urge to pull them away from my body is both tempting and terrifying. I know it will hurt. I've tried it before. But they throb with every single heartbeat, and that's going to start hurting soon enough, too.
I might cry. I can feel the tingling sting starting.
A series of soft knocks sounds on the door.
Relief washes over me. She didn't dose me and leave me to suffer, after all.
“Just a minute,” I call, and force myself to get up and put on a pair of thin lounge pants from the stack on the chair. I grab a t-shirt from the dresser and put it on, then fall back into my bed. “Come in.”
Oh.
Oh no.
His scent slams into me the second the door cracks open, and every agonizing inch reveals more and more of his body.
My throat works overtime to try to swallow around the suddenly dry, hollow knot clogging it. I can't breathe. I can’t move.
I can't do this.
