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I was wildly incorrect.

It was a slow creeping heat that started in my toes. I was halfway asleep when the warm tingling spread up my legs and into my stomach. I shifted, slightly uncomfortable as the sensation began to concentrate at my core. A sleepy sigh rolled over my lips as the warmth settled heavily, pooling thickly in my lower abdomen. The sheets became wet with my slick as my hips undulated slowly, seemingly having a mind of their own. With each lazy roll forward, my dick throbbed, filling out at a slow pace, before it was erect and dripping wet, smearing pre across my stomach. The thin sheet covering me felt as if it were rubbing against every pleasurable nerve in my body. When I arched my back, rocking my hips up to seek friction I had yet to offer myself, the sheet slid against my heated skin, sending white hot sparks of ecstasy racing throughout my body. I rolled over onto my side, spreading my knees open and propping one foot up, and reached back to gently prod my slender fingers between my cheeks to circle my rim.

My eyes rolled shut as I eased a finger inside of my hole, a light gasp falling between my parted lips. My muscles clenched tightly around my finger, squeezing and pulling it deeper as slick rushed out, dripping down my hand. I’d never been this wet before. I’d never felt this hot before. My insides were scorching, but in the most pleasurable way possible, and the only thing I could think about was how good it would feel to be wrapped around Eli’s thick dick.

“Mmpphh.” I bit down on my bottom lip, muffling my cries as I pushed in a second finger. I bore down on my wrist, erratically grinding my hips before I pulled my fingers free, waited for a brief second, and pushed them back in deep enough to have my eyes rolling in the back of my head. My other hand closed around my dick, my grip tight as my fist slid over slick skin. The fire in my belly grew to an unbearable degree as my hips chased my fist before pushing back onto my fingers. “Fuuuck,” I moaned loudly, my breath hitching as I fought to hold back from saying it. I failed miserably, whimpering as two fingers became three in an attempt to replicate that same fullness. When it didn’t feel the same, when the flames licking at my nerves became too much to handle, I cried out for the only person that could give me what I wanted.

“Eli,” I loudly moaned, and at the sound of his name, my hole tightened around my fingers, my dick pulsing in my fist. I said his name again, softly at first, until my pace became frantic, matching the frenzied build of my arousal as it crescendoed, an intense wave of ecstasy washing over me. Slick rushed between my legs as I painted my stomach and chest in streaks of white.

The blaze ebbed almost instantly. I pulled my fingers free, rolling over onto my back and exhaling shakily as I stared up at the ceiling. I was used to this part of my heat. I had a few toys that I’d use on occasion. But this? This was different.

It was the alpha. His kind and caring demeanor and the way he was so attentive. It was his stupid, perfect face. And his nice body. And his huge, girthy, perfect dick.

I shook my head, pushing away thoughts of Eli. I didn’t need to think about him right now. I needed to think about getting through this heat with my sanity. I couldn’t vacillate between deeply depressed and achingly horny. I had to get my emotions under control.

Chapter Ten

Regulating emotionally, after spending time with my family, was a days long event. I did my best to let everyone know that I needed the space and time to decompress, thankful for Jason and Jonah understanding with little to no explanation. The only person I hadn’t reached out to was Delaney. I didn’t quite know how to explain the truth of my family dynamics, and I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to. At least not while the dinner was still a fresh wound.

I would have been able to move forward much easier if my mother hadn’t been bothering me. But, since leaving the way I did, the second time in a row, she’d been calling and texting me incessantly, demanding to know why I would turn down someone that was “of a high pedigree”.

Like Taylor was some kind of fucking pet.

The way he behaved, the way he was so eager to have me prove that I was capable of manipulating and bending his will led me to believe he more than likely wanted that life. I didn’t want that in a partner. I wanted a partner that challenged me, thought for themselves, advocated for what they wanted… someone like Delaney.

A heavy sigh left my lungs, fluttering the curls out of my eyes. It had been several days since I last spoke with him. I knew it wasn’t fair to not reach out, but what was I supposed to say? Sorry, I couldn’t talk to you for a few days because I was extremely emotionally dysregulated? Because my mother forced me to remove my scent blocking choker?

If someone told me that was their reason for an uncharacteristic break in communication, I would think they were full of shit.

Arranged marriage had been outlawed for over two centuries. I honestly believed that was a practice my family didn’t uphold. But I guess being “blessed” with a dominant alpha was grounds for shirking the law and a perfectly acceptable reason to force someone into a legally binding relationship.

I felt like I was spinning my wheels.

I’d never cared enough to actually make the effort to explain my silence. And honestly, I didn’t want the truth of everything to be shared on the tail end of the reason for my absence. Having made up my mind to do the hard part and just reach out, I grabbed my phone, unsurprised to see I had a message from Delaney.

Laney:

Why haven’t I heard from you in days?