Page 33 of The Silver Pact


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I take a chance and reach out. She doesn’t hesitate, taking my hand. I pull her into my arms and turn away from the bed.

“Where are we going?” She almost shrieks.

“Somewhere you can feel safe,” I murmur gently and kiss her temple. “No one is going to touch you unless you feel safe.”

She shivers in my arms, inhaling and holding her breath while her eyes dart all over the place, searching for a danger that isn’t here.

The door opens for us, and Quint steps back, allowing us to pass. “Try the third floor. Ian says that’s where her mask cracked.”

I take the stairs two at a time. When we get to the top, I cautiously let her go and watch as her fear spikes, and then ebbs.

“Ian?” she whispers.

She is absolutely under the influence of her heat. I don’t even know if she will remember this, but not a single one of us is going to touch her, not like this.

Ross sits in a corner, playing her favourite songs, and she drifts towards him, staring as he sings her favourite song.

The balance of fear and arousal tips. By the time Ian and Quint carefully enter the room with blankets and pillows, she’s swaying to the music and seems to have forgotten whatever happened downstairs.

Or at least, I thought she had. When she spots Ian and Quint, her fear spikes again before easing.

Why would the sight of an alpha make her fear spike?

I have no good answers for that question, and all the ones my mind supplies leaves me feeling sick to my stomach.

“Dance with me?” I whisper hoarsely, drawing her attention and trying like hell to get that haunted, agonized look out of her eyes.

She turns and moves in my direction, forgetting Quint and Ian. I make sure that our bodies aren’t touching as I dance her around the room.

“How do you feel?” I whisper the question.

“Hot,” she whispers back, her eyes fluttering shut. I don’t say a word as she peels off the t-shirt she’s wearing, revealing nothing but miles of lovely cream skin and a body that was made out of every fantasy I’ve ever had.

She’s naked. She presses close to me suddenly. I have to fight my instincts. The urge to pull her close and claim her rides at me, pounding into my head. Her hands slide up my chest, leaving trails of fire, making it hard to think.

“Alpha, I need you.”

I swallow hard. “Then you’re going to have to take it from me, baby. You take what you want, stop when you want.”

She pauses, her head cocked. “I’m in charge?”

“You’re in charge.”

“Take off your clothes and lay down,” Silver says, rendering my brain useless.

I take off my clothes, slowly measuring my movements, so nothing appears threatening, and then I lay on the rug. It’s thin and doesn’t quite get rid of the chill from the floor, but it could be a block of ice for all I care.

Ross keeps playing, but he’s playing something slower, softer. Ian’s leaning against the door.

She spots him and pauses.

“He’s making sure no one gets in, keeping his omega safe,” I whisper.

The words relax her, and she looks back at me, taking me in. All of me, from my messy hair, down my chest to my aching cock. She hesitates there, and then follows my body down to my toes, and then returns to my eyes.

I’m nervous, suddenly. What if she doesn’t like what she sees? What if I’m not enough?

“Is this to your approval, Omega?” Quint asks in a sexy drawl.

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