Page 46 of Burdened Bonds
“Then I’m going to do it again.” He rings my sensitive clit with his thumb and I know it isn’t going to take a lot to have me screaming again. But once was enough, right? I should put a stop to it now. I succumbed to this. Now I should regain my senses and push his hands away.
I’m weak and foolish though. His touch feels too, too good. And I’m not sure I ever want him to stop touching me even though I have no idea where this will lead.
Could I seriously accept him as my mate? Would the others accept him? I can’t see it somehow. Azlan would kill him before I’d even got a chance to explain.
But what will happen when I tell him this isn’t permanent? That this doesn’t mean we’re going to be together?
These are the serious questions I should be asking myself. Instead, I’m swept away again and then I’m falling asleep beside him on the floor, the blanket tangled up around us.
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Spencer
I emerge from the darkness.
Pain.
So much pain. In my leg, in my arm, spearing through my jaw, thumping in my head.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
It hurts. Hurts so much.
The darkness envelops me.
The darkness fades.I don’t know how much time has passed. The pain hits me again.
Hard and violent.
The darkness races up to meet me again. Promising mesanctuary, escape.
Its tentacles wrap around me, pulling me into the abyss.
This time I resist, pulling against it, even though my body screams with the pain.
I force my eyes open. Only one obeys. Light hitting my pupil like a dagger through the eye. I wince and despite the overwhelming urge to shut it again, strain it open.
I try to lift my right arm but it refuses.
I try the left, first feeling how my other hangs at a grotesque angle from my shoulder, then the way the left side of my face is a puffy, wet mess.
With effort, that has nausea stinging my throat, I peer down my body. I’m naked, covered in blood, my leg twisted and broken.
My vision swoops and this time I can’t fight the darkness as it yanks me back down.
There’s a voice,permeating my sanctuary of darkness. I pull myself back to consciousness, to the here and now.
The voice is louder now, but it takes everything I have to deduce the words.
“Stand up, mutt. They want to talk to you.”
I drag my working eye open. A blurry face leers above me.
“I said, get up.”
Something hard collides with my ribs and adds to the pain.
More darkness.
