Page 29 of Indigo

“Let me help you back to bed.”

I lean over to assist her, but she stops me by raising the palm of her hand. “Listen to me, Cassidy. You have to fuck me.”

“Don’t say another word.”

She growls, “I’ll keep talking until you listen.”

I pin her with a look. “We promised.”

“You promised not to listen to me when I’m insane. I’m good now. I know what I’m talking about.”

I shake my head and try to reach for her again, but her hand is still between us, head shaking as she keeps me at bay.

“Tell the others.”

Jesus Christ.Eyes closed, I grab my hair, pulling it out of my head. “I’m not going to tell them and give them hope. It’s not fair.”

Right when I grew a pair and told them I could handle Indie? Then I’m supposed to waltz in there and tell them,just kidding, I’m a little bitch who can’t say no. Yeah, fat chance.

“I was scared when I made you promise that.” Her soft tone does something to me. “I didn’t know what it meant.”

“It means you don’t want us touching you. And we are going to fucking follow your wishes.”

Indigo curses and splashes the water. Her tits jiggle, and I’m an asshole because my eyes go straight there even as her voiceis hard. “I made you promise to torture us all! How can we keep this promise?”

Yeah, anyone with a brain knows this, yet I shake my head, ignoring that five minutes ago, I was saying exactly that to myself.

“Indie, please, just let me help you out of this bath and get you something to eat.”

She shakes her head, anger flashing through her eyes, a vivid reminder of her old self. Her hands close over the edges of the bath and she lifts herself, water sluicing down her sculpted body. I groan and bring the heels of my hands to my eyes, refusing to look a second longer.

“You’ve seen me naked enough times.” She shrugs.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but I don’t get hard when you can barely move.”

My voice is rough with the absolute truth of it all. I might want her when I scent her perfume and hear her calling my name, but that shit definitely dies inside me when I see how much she’s struggling. When her eyes roll behind her head and her fevered body trembles.

Silence follows my statement, and for a moment, I’m grateful. I want her to stop talking about fucking before I embarrass myself and explode inside my jeans again.

“I know you’re not a creep, Cassidy.” She sighs as she wraps herself with a towel.

“Let’s get food into you,” I plead.

With a nod, she follows me into the bedroom. Instead of the bed, she chooses to sit on the chair beside the small table, something that doesn't go unnoticed by me. Her back is straight, and she makes a show out of drinking the broth I got her. She wants to show me she’s feeling better. I ignore her point and just keep cleaning around the room, but once her bowl is empty, I know my time has run out.

“The clock is ticking,” she says as if I don’t know. “If you want my consent, now is the time.”

“Why now?” I fold my arms over my chest as if I can stop my racing heart with my own hands.

“I’m lucid now. Between a good rest and the ice bath, this is as much sanity as I will have. Soon, that will be taken from me, and… I’m tired.”

Her voice cracks, and my heart lunges. Before I can stop myself, I’m hovering over her, begging that she doesn’t flinch away from my touch. She doesn't, so I take her in my arms and bring her against my chest.

Her tears soak my chest, and I’m slammed with the reality of the situation. My Omega is suffering. She’s a fucking fighter, yet she’s crying because of what the scent-matching can do.

“Can you please call the others? I want to talk before the heat takes me again. It’s getting worse.”

Indigo looks at me full of hope, and I can’t deny her anymore. I rest my forehead on hers, breathing her in for a long moment before I nod. If she wants to talk, she can talk.