Page 6 of Vallaverse: Twist
I huff again and cross my ankle over my knee. “Is this because I missed an appointment?”
“No. But if you would like to talk about why you missed your last appointment, that's okay with me. We can circle back to this conversation.”
I look out the window with every ounce of my stubborn, childish petulance.
“How was your last rut, Brooks?”
“The same way they always are.”
“Untrue,” he says firmly. “You don't usually miss the appointment; you always schedule for the week after it lets up. Did something happen?”
I pull on my earlobe again and shrug. “I went to a rut house. I only needed one Omega. I remember most of it.”
“Was it a positive experience?”
An Alpha would never ask about my rut cycle. Not like this. Only a Beta would be so neutral about being this intrusive.
“They never are, you know that.” I look back out the window before continuing. “It's just a necessity.”
“Mmhmm.”
I could drag this out further if I wanted to, but I'm beginning to get irritated with him, and with myself, and I'm afraid it's starting to show. I like Dr. Walks. I don't want to start over with a new therapist if I lose my temper and he releases me from his care.
“I have a new rule. Maybe two.”
He nods.
“No brunettes. Only blondes. And I'll only fuck them face-to-face, so I can see...”
“Their faces?”
“Their tits. I need the constant visual reminder that they're female. Soft. Curvy.”
“That they're not—“
“Don't say it,” I rasp.
“Okay,” he says softly. “I won't. But you should.”
I can't. I really can't. Hearing him say it would have been bad enough, but saying it myself? I can't. Even thinking his name, conjuring up his face in my mind, is too painful.
“You're the only one who can heal yourself, Brooks. I can lead you down the path, but your feet have to walk it. I know it hurts, but healing has to. The first step is the hardest.”
I close my eyes.
“Lazarus.”
Chapter Four
Laz
“Open your mouth, slut.”
I look up at the Alpha standing in front of me, his form going in and out of focus as I sway on my sore and bruised knees, and open my mouth. As wide as it will stretch. His dick isn't so big that he needs the extra room to fit. No, he just wants the open access. He knows I won't gag, and he likes how the wet clicking sound my throat makes when he thrusts in and out of it is amplified by my wide-open mouth.
I don't care.
He can fuck my mouth, my throat, whatever. As long as he fucks me.
