Page 39 of Dark Goodbye

I’m not an idiot. I know why they’re there. They’re materials for a nest I refuse to make. It doesn’t matter how much cum he pours onto them, jacking himself off while he stares at me, desire lighting his eyes.

The pull between us is electric, and on more than one occasion, I feel myself slipping, my brain flitting between what-ifs and romantic notions that have no place between us. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I hug myself, burying my head into the soft gown.

Now that my arm is healed, there’s nothing holding either of us back. It’s simply my stubbornness and sheer will that keep me from going into heat. I know I can’t last much longer, but I refuse to give in without a fight.

Right on cue, Davix strides into the room, pinning me with a heated stare before unbuttoning his shirt. Mogen, apparently hearing his entrance, ducks out of the bathroom, pink tinging her cheeks as she averts her eyes from his chest.

I have no idea how she is caught unawares. A simple glance at the timepiece shows that he’s right on cue. Turning, I avoid his stare as he tugs his shirt out from his pants and tosses them to the foot of the bed.

“Don’t like what you see?”

Turning, I glance at his chiseled abs, ignoring how my entire body thumps in response. “You know you're attractive. What more do you want me to say?” Heat climbs up my neck as he shifts his hips forward, pressing the length of his cock against the soft fabric of his pants.

In fact, heat engulfs my face and body, stealing away my breath. Lowering my hands, I skim them over my skin, my stomach clenching as awareness leaks into my brain. No. Oh, gods no. Not now. I’ve been able to avoid going into heat for weeks. Why does it have to happen so soon after gaining my mobility?

Perhaps I’m just sick? Despite knowing the signs of going into heat, I still try to find some other reason. Any other reason. Queasiness swamps my senses until it’s all I can think about. That has to be it. Some weird illness. That would explain why food today was making me nauseous.

Ignoring Davix’s stern frown, I allow him to gather me into his arms to carry me into the bathroom. Despite the fact that I can shave myself, we’ve fallen into this routine, and by now, it just seems easier to let him do it.

The moment his arms encircle me, however, all common sense flees my brain. Burrowing my nose into his chest, I drag in a deep breath, willing my brain to come to some sort of sense. Why is there the scent of yet another omega on him? Every other day he seems to come home reeking of the scent of another woman.

From what he’s said, I’m the only one. And, of course, the minute my nose touches his body, he hugs me closer, no doubt thinking I’m trying to embrace him. Pushing back, my fingers scrape along his chest, hard enough that thin lines of blood pool from underneath my nails.

With a loud roar, Davix throws me down on the bed and runs his hands over his chest before staring at me in disbelief. In all honesty, I can’t believe it either. I have no idea what’s happening to me. All I know is the very real need to mark my territory, to claim him as mine.

Horrified, I slide back on the bed, kicking my feet out to push myself along the sheets. With a guttural snarl, Davix stalks forward, his eyes pinning me, gluing me to the spot. I’ve fucked up. I know it, and he knows it. Now, all that’s left is to find out how he’s planning on punishing me.

Crawling onto the bed, he pins me down with his weight, trapping me with his strong thighs. Buck and twist as I might, I’m unable to fight him, unable to break free. When he extends his hand, I close my eyes, imagining the worst, but instead of striking me, he rests the back of his hand against one cheek and then the other before resting it on my forehead.

His concerned frown tells me all I need to know. I’m dipping into my heat, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Soon, I’ll beg him, demanding he use my body in wicked depraved ways, and gods help me, but slick gathers at my pussy at the very thought. Still, Davix remains placid, an immovable force, not swayed at all by the fact that my body is priming itself for him.

“You will use your words with me, omega,” he growls out, pinning my arms to my side. “Why are you so angry?”

“You.” The word spits from my lips with all the acidity I can muster. He flinches but remains silent. “You dare to come here, smelling like some other omega’s cunt, and expect me to just fall to my knees and suck you off? No doubt your erection is all from her.”

“Oh. You think that, do you?” Leaning back, he plucks at his pants, shoving them down until his thick, hard cock pops free.

My mouth waters at the sight and scent of his cum as it beads at the slit, and for a moment, I forget all about the omega that got him there in the first place. A ravenous need claws at my insides, and all I want is to taste him, to see if he’s as delectable as he smells.

But the look in his eyes, the heated anger that blazes from the depths of his soul give me pause. With quick, hard jerks, his free hand grips his shaft and pumps over me, teasing me with every grunt and groan that pours from his lips.

“Every fucking morning, I have to get myself off, so I don’t unleash my desire on you. Every fucking night when we go to bed, I have to do the same. Because I can’t get enough of you. It doesn’t matter that I’ve removed my sense of smell for the time being. Your body, your mind, your soul, your lips, every part of you drives me to the brink of madness. It’s torture sleeping next to you and not touching you.”

“You chose that!” I shriek, shimmying under his brutal touch. “I never told you to sleep with me.”

“I’d rather die slowly each day,” He groans out, sliding his hand down to massage his balls, “than miss even one moment alone with you.” His eyes lock onto mine, drawing me in, lulling me for a moment.

“But the omega…” My own words sound far too mournful and plaintive for my liking, as if my very soul is splitting in front of this Alpha.

“A patient at the hospital. She’s in heat and has come in for assistance.”

Just like that, my anger returns. “And I’m assuming you’re ‘helping’ her?”

“It is my duty to see that she is well cared for, but on my honor as your Alpha, as a Healer, I have not touched her in any way that’s inappropriate.”

“You’re not my Alpha-.”

His lips swallow my retort as Davix finally gives in and kisses me into oblivion. My skin stretches far too tight, aching at the scrape of his chest against my hard nipples. Even though my gown separates us, I can still feel every ridge of his muscles as he grinds down against me, letting go of my hands so that he can grip my hips.