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“You can,” he agrees anyway. “You have. I mated you on your orders. It was your choice.” Even if the only alternative was a miserable death. He doesn’t say that part out loud.
She blinks up at him, and for a moment, he seesherreturn. Not in a hardening of her gaze, but a resolve. When she presses her cheek against his collarbone, her eyelashes feather along his skin, drawing a thrill up his spine and deep into his groin.
“Hold me closer,” she murmurs.
It’s an order, but the softness of her voice keeps his chip from activating. He still pulls her tighter to his body.
“Closer,” she demands, constricting her own arms tighter around the back of his neck. “Until it hurts.”
He gets it then—what she needs. Grunting, he pulls her up higher against his torso by her ass, ignoring her squeak of surprise and her flailing hands, and puts her on her back on the bed. Before she can voice a protest, he presses down on top of her, pinning her with his weight.
She lets out a shuddering breath, eyelids fluttering closed. When he bites her neck, the side that isn’t bandaged, her muscles slowly soften under his.
He keeps his teeth in her flesh until he feels her heartbeat slow to a near-normal rhythm, then releases her neck to look down at her.
She stares back up at him, lips parted around short breaths. He’s restricting her breathing, but before he can move to ease the pressure on her chest, she grips him by the shoulders with surprising strength.
“No. Don’t.” Her eyes flick from his to his mouth, then off to the side. “I need… more.”
Shame flutters through their connection. Shame and confusion.
It’s amusing, on some faraway plane. Haughty doctor Adelaide Thompson, the woman who’s made herself the vengeful god of his existence, doesn’t understand why she needs him to scare away the terrors in her blackened soul. And she’s too ashamed to admit it. Won’t tell him she needs him to guide her.
But like it or not, he’s her alpha. She doesn’t need to ask.
“It’s okay,” he rumbles, bending to brush his lips against the shell of her ear. “I’m here.”
She shivers underneath him, eyes clenching shut as she clings to his neck.
“I’ll make it stop.” He buries his nose in her hair and inhales, groaning softly as her scent fills his nostrils. There’s no floral touch to it, only the harsh remainder of the hospital provided soap, but it doesn’t matter. It’s rich with her pheromones, rich withher.
When he brushes a hand down the outside of her arm, she shudders in response, head twisting to stare at him. Her eyes are wide, uncertainty flashing in them again.
“I can’t hurt you. I won’t.”
She doesn’t respond, and he trails his hand from her wrist to her hip, then down her thigh until he reaches the hem of her nightgown. Only when he grabs the back of her knee and pushes her leg up does she release his neck to grab onto his forearm.
“No.” It’s a broken little mewl that makes his cock jump, but the anguish in her eyes keeps him firmly in control. She needs it, andfuck,he does too—but the thought of her sobbing with terror while he sates his maddening desire for her is less than appealing.
“I won’t.” He rubs his thumb against her hamstring, biting back a groan when her eyelids flutter and her grip softens on his arm. He doesn’t give her time to reconsider her hesitant submission. Leaning low on one elbow to keep as much of his body tight with hers as possible, he shifts her thigh to the side, opening her.
She sucks in a sharp breath, but before she can voice another protest, he rolls his hips and presses down firmly between her thighs, sealing his pelvis to hers.
“Just breathe,” he murmurs, stroking up under her nightgown along her trembling thigh until her muscles reluctantly relax once more. “That’s it. I’ve got you.” He runs his hand down her leg to her ankle before he hikes her knee over his hip, allowing her time to adjust before he shifts his weight to his right elbow.
She doesn’t resist when he repeats the process with her other leg—only stares up at him as he lets his weight settle in the cradle of her pelvis.
“Fuck.”
The heat of her is nearly enough to break through his repulsion at forcing her—even through his fatigues and her cotton underwear, she feels like the fucking sun against his straining cock. Memories of her pussy clutching on him, of the tight, slick slide into her innermost, burns in his mind, and he groans and rolls his hips on instinct alone.
Pleasure zings through his nerve endings, throbs through his pelvis, and burrows deep into his muscles.Stars above,he’ll never get enough of her. Even this—it’s more sensation than he can contain.
Moaning, he rubs his cock against her again, and again, and again, electricity buzzing through him with every gasped“oh!”she releases into his ear as he grinds on her clit. When her legs tighten on his waist and she wraps herself around him, arms constricting around the back of his neck in her efforts to get closer still, he loses himself fully to the instincts.
“That’s it. That’s it.” He moans the words in her ear, rubbing his nose against the side of her neck and burrows into her hair, inhaling her in greedy lungfuls. His mate. His anchor. The center of all he’ll ever be. There is only bliss in her embrace.
Her mewls turn syrupy, pleasure thick in her cries, and he knows she’s almost there. Can feel it in the tidal wave mounting in their bond and in the way she rocks her pelvis back against his, all her fear and trauma momentarily lost to primal urgency.
