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Morgan puts his hands up and backs away. ‘You’ll have to do something soon. She’s getting worse.’
I glance down at Bryn, who’s on her front, pressing her face into my blankets to stifle her whimpers.
‘Bryn,’ I say, stroking her hair.
She looks at me, her breathing fast, and she nods, mouthing the word ‘please’ as her hands claw at the covers.
‘Help her,’ I say to Jak.
He looks down at her with a coldness that seems forced.
‘Turn over,’ he says gruffly and grimaces when she winces.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers as she twists onto her back. ‘Just close your eyes and think of someone else.’
His eyes soften. ‘I won’t need to do that, sweetling. Take off the bracelet. I want to see you as you are.’
She closes her eyes and seems to deflate as she takes off the yellow cuff. Her pointed ears become rounded and her eyes dull to that beautiful molten chocolate.
Her hands swipe across her eyes and she takes a shuddering breath. ‘What’s wrong with me? Is it this place?’
‘Remember I told you I was a healer once?’
She nods and he lays next to her on the floor.
‘I’ll sort it,’ I hear him say to her in a low voice. ‘I promise you, Bryn. But, for now, I’ll do this. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to… Not like this.’
His hand shoos me away and I go to the side of the cavern to sit next to Morgan.
‘Shall we leave?’ he whispers, his expression concerned.
I shake my head. ‘We’ll prepare the meal and, afterward, perhaps she’ll be hungry.’
He gets up and begins to sort the rabbits they caught on their hunt, but I linger.
It’s not that I want to watch this necessity, but she’s not herself. What if Jak misses an expression or a sound and ends up doing something she doesn’t want?
And, so I watch and I tell my errant cock that this isn’t an enticing scene, but it isn’t listening.
CHAPTER 8
BRYN
His cool hands trail down my feverish body, bringing a relief to the incessant heat.
‘I’m sorry,’ I say again, knowing it’s wrong to be asking for this on so many levels.
But I can’t help it. My body is craving something, and although I hate to think about that first time in the block when Ogdan decided that the bull would be killed or hurt badly if he touched me before he was ready to breed me, that moment of being filled is the thing my body is craving.
Giving in to the need is a foregone conclusion. I try to fight it, but the pain across my whole body is too intense, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I look up at Jak, my body shaking as he leans over me. He takes my mouth in a gentle kiss that deepens, his tongue mingling with mine and making me moan. He parts my legs, and I widen them further, winding them around his waist to pull him in.
I yelp as my inner thigh is given a slap. He soothes the sting with his cool hand and I find his eyes.
‘I’ll give you what you need,’ he promises, ‘and I’ll make it good for you, but I’m in charge, sweet, not you.’
I nod fervently. I’ll do anything he wants if only he’ll fill me, and he looks surprised as if he realizes it as well.
