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Did that mean I had some odd kinks?
My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to control my reaction. But it was no use. Heat flooded my core as Atticus threw more power into the connection, trying harder to push my mind into a nightmare, but it just made me want to get closer to him. To rub myself against him to see if he was hard. To see if this was turning him on as much as me.
A growl ripped through the air, full of anguish and desperation, but at what? I couldn’t tell. I was drowning in the darkness, hot and needy, my eyes rolling backwards as lust and electricity surged through me. I could hear whimpers – which were probably me with the sheer frustration of wanting, noneeding, to come.
Holy mother of the Gods.
My entire body went nuclear. I cried out, exploding in a sensation that had my body trembling with such an intensity my knees buckled. Strong arms wrapped around me and prevented me from falling to the floor. A whimper broke through my lips as the world slowly came back into focus, the darkness in my mind receding until all I could see was the horror-filled gaze of Atticus.
He jolted, dropping me and I had to brace my hands on the table behind me to stop from tumbling to the ground. There was panic in his eyes as he flinched backwards.
“Atticus?”
“I’m sorry. That was… I’m sorry.”
“I’m fine. I—”
“Shit,” he growled, his voice tinged with anger and desperation. “Shit.”
I reached for him, but he scooted further away from me. He started pacing, his hands flailing wildly as he mumbled to himself, and I didn’t miss the evidence of his own arousal bulging in his dress pants. I let him pace and took a moment to centre myself. My legs still felt like jelly and the aftereffect of that orgasm was still sending delicious little jolts through my body.
He suddenly stopped and faced me. “I need to leave.”
“What?” He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t leave me without explaining what the fuck just happened.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve said that already.”
He grabbed his jacket and threw it on, not even looking at me. He was muttering under his breath, but all I could catch was ‘stupid’ and ‘shouldn’t have done that’. And then he fucking left.
Chapter Seven
Rafe
IwatchedAtticusfleethe office like the devil was on his tail. What the hell had happened in there? I could feel Roux’s distress through our bond, and I found myself walking towards her before I realised I was even moving.
She stood hunched over the desk, her bright red hair shielding her face from my view. The three of us had a strange bond. Rayne and I could sense where she was and if she was distressed or in danger, but other than that we couldn’t feel anything. It was our job to protect her so that was all we needed to know. We had, however, gotten better at reading her and guessing how she felt. She wasn’t one to use words to describe her emotions. She’d usually bury them beneath snark and sarcasm, but Rayne and I had been with her a long time now. She couldn’t hide from us.
I gave her a minute to compose herself and waited for Rayne to turn up. It didn’t take long, and he stormed in with revenge on his mind. I hoped Atticus had a good hiding place.
“Where is he?” Rayne shouted.
“He went that way,” I said pointing down the corridor.
My twin growled and started to leave the room, but Roux grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“It’s fine, Rayne. I’ll be fine.”
“But he hurt you,” he said softly. “We can’t let that stand.”
She stepped into his space and curled herself into his chest. A normal person would be running from a growling Hell Hound, but not Roux. She just sighed deeply and burrowed deeper into his arms. It was moments like this that were the most painful for us. I wanted to kiss her and tell it would be okay.
“It was my fault,” she said. “I asked him to do it.”
I huffed. That didn’t make it any better. She was still upset, and we didn’t like it one bit.
She turned towards me, her green eyes pleading. “Don’t go after him. For me?”
