Page 16 of Forbidden Bonds
But since she’s trapped here with me, in heat, I’ll do whatever I can to help her.
The water shuts off with a snap, and I stand there dripping, chest heaving, before I drag a towel over my hair, shoulders, and chest, removing the worst of the water from my skin. Her scent cuts through the steam and the smell of soap.Familiar.My dick is already heavy, aching, as my rut rises closer to the surface.
I see her in my mind’s eye, where I left her, the pile of nesting material beside her in a heap. Fragile. Desperate. Slick-scent permeates the room.
I’ve heard it tastes fucking amazing and hits you with a better high than any drug.
Fuck.
I grip the doorframe, knuckles white, forcing myself to stand still, to not open the door yet. Not until I’ve got my shit under control.
Plain?Where does that thought come from? Again? It’s in my mind, but it doesn’t sit right, almost like the word is being thrust upon me, planted there, if such a thing were possible.
True, she is not polished like the two women I just kicked out of my bed. The omega’s beauty is deeper, inside.
Wounded…
My brows pull together as that realization hits me up the side of the head, and the rampant hormones riding me come down a notch.
I’m not qualified for this task. And I’m not fucking worthy. Not me, a broken alpha who can’t even leave his fucking home without a crippling panic attack. Someone should have put me the fuck down long ago.
Get a grip, asshole.
I snatch open the door. She’s there, exactly where I left her, only now she’s naked.
Goddamned it.
She lifts her head, and her gray eyes lock on me. She flinches like she’s reading this chaos riding me. No, I realize that her expression is clouded with her heat, and maybe that just saves me from her pity. Better we get through this, and she moves on, never knowing about the kind of man she was forced to share intimacy with, because let’s face it, I’m all she has got.
Larissa
My body quivers, every nerve ending screaming at me to crawl tohim and beg.
I dig my fingers into the carpet until my nails ache.Focus. Don’t move. You’ve humiliated yourself enough.
Steam rolls out around Rhett as he stands in the doorway to the bathroom, bare-chested, a towel wrapped around his hips, and his skin flushed from the heat of the shower. His scent is now clean and all him.
My vision tunnels.
He doesn’t speak, just watches me. His throat works before he clears it awkwardly. “You want to get on the bed? Want to nest?”
Bed? Nest? I am caught, immobilized.
He sighs and crosses the room to crouch beside me. “Look at me.”
I do.
His eyes are on my face, not my body, but then they slide over my shoulders and sweep down, and his brows pull together. His jaw tightens. “Who the fuck did this?”
I shake my head. “They’re old.”
A tic begins thumping in his jaw. “That wasn’t an answer, baby.”
Baby.When has anyone ever offered me a term of endearment? A long time ago, maybe. Maybe never.
“I’m still waiting.”
His voice is firm yet gentle. How does he manage to be both things?
