Page 68 of Alpha's Embrace
It was everything and too much at the same time.
What had Geo done?
When we’d pulled up to the house—our house—and I’d gotten out of the car, a cool breeze had blown into my curls, feathering them back. My skin remained hot, so that coolness was a big relief, almost as good as an orgasm.
I wasn’t a child any longer. I knew there were no such things as knights in shining armor riding up on white horses to rescue virgin beauties. I knew the difference between fairy tales and reality. I’d told myself my fantasies so I could escape. So I could be free.
But then Geo came. King. Knight. Breaker of straight jackets and cuffs and locked doors. Rescuer of sane men who happened to be Sylphs.
And I believed in fairy tales again. Like a child.
I went from room to room, looking at everything in our new home. I touched every wall, every door frame and doorknob, all the countertop surfaces of the kitchen and bathrooms. Feeling it all, taking it all into me. I breathed in the clean scents. I looked at my ghostly and electric reflection in every window and every mirror, seeing a free man, a man in love.
Now that I had memorized the place, and left the oil of my fingertips over every surface, I wanted Geo so badly I couldn’t wait.
I heard him in the kitchen putting away some of the things from the bags we’d carried in. Food and paper plates and napkins. Silverware and dishes. Towels. Tea bags in colorful square boxes.
I walked in the kitchen. “Which bedroom will be ours?”
Geo turned, his brown hair streaked with gold from the bright kitchen lights. “The one with the connected bathroom. It’s called a master bedroom.”
“Yes, that one is my favorite.” I felt I should have known that little piece of information.
“Will you come there now?” I asked.
“Are you done exploring?”
“Yes. I love it all. I think it’s an amazing castle.” I smiled.
“Maybe more like a small keep.” He chuckled.
We stopped talking, staring at each other now as if neither one of us knew who should make the first move.
I wanted him in my arms. I wanted him all over me, his skin and my skin, with no clothing. Naked and real. I knew it would feel overwhelming. Someone to touch for the first time. Someone to touch me in a way that was not medical, and without gloves. Someone who was safe. Who didn’t fear me.
My stomach felt tied up tight and stabbed with flashes of intense heat at the same time. My skin flushed all over, a re-flush that went up and down my body at chaotic intervals. I wondered how my clothes kept from turning to ash.
Slowly, Geo raised his hand to me.
I raised mine. Our palms met.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered. I was a little scared again, my voice waning.
“You shouldn’t have to anymore. Or ever again.”
Mustering all my courage, I pulled him out of the kitchen and down the short hall to the biggest bedroom. The master bedroom, he’d called it. I had wanted that one for us. I had predicted he would, too, and I’d already turned down the covers.
I had searched the bedside drawers for sex aides but found none.
I wanted Geo from the moment I saw him. I’d never wanted anyone at the colony before, not like this. Only people in my imagination kissed, fondled and fucked me. Maybe it was because I was programmed to know it was taboo. To know that I was somehow poison to the outside world.
When he let go of my hand and moved around the bed, I sat on the edge of the mattress. My guilt over everything that had happened kicked in large. Now was not the time for it, but I couldn’t help it. My mind rushed with dark thoughts.
You are toxic.
You have caused upheaval and chaos that can never be fixed.
You are greedy, wanton, caring only for yourself.
