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“I did,” I agree as I grab the water glass and tip it to help her swallow.Everything but finding my mate.
Once she’s swallowed the pills, I gently guide her head back down on the pillow and grab her blankets to cover her naked body. I linger by the side of the bed for a moment, fighting back the urge to keep touching her. Everything inside me aches to stay, to watch over her, but it’s not the right time. Not yet.
“I’ll make sure the money’s wired to you first thing on the 27th,” I say.
“Hmm,” she hums, eyes closing again as she snuggles into the blankets.
Giving her one last, lingering look, I turn to the door.
“Wait,” she calls softly. When I look at her over my shoulder, her eyes are open again.
“Stay. Please,” she whispers.
“Stay?” I echo with a frown.
“Just… for a little bit. Until I fall asleep.” She blushes, clearly as surprised as I am at her plea. But I understand why she’s asking, even if she doesn’t.
Women don’tknowthe same way an alpha does when they meet their mate, but their biology will recognize him on an instinctive level. Eve doesn’t yet know me as anything but the man who broke into her home and coerced her into spreading her thighs, but her body does. And right now, vulnerable and sore and high on hormones, she needs me.
“Okay,” I say softly. “Until you fall asleep.”
I return to the bed, my senses alight with the smell of our sex as I slip under the blankets behind her. She presses her back to my chest with a contented sigh. Her ass nestles in against my pelvis, and my cock immediately responds.
She stiffens against me.
I chuckle and wrap my arms around her waist. “Relax, baby girl. You’ve earned your rest.” I press a kiss behind her ear, the scent of her in my nostrils stirring a flood of possessiveness. She fits so perfectly in my arms and against my body, like every molecule of her was crafted for me and me alone.
I let a hand slip to her belly as she relaxes against me once more. She falls asleep, safe in my embrace while I gently caress her soft abdomen, imagining how beautiful she’ll look swollen with my child and completely and utterly dependent on me in every way.
Mine for the rest of eternity.
FOURTEEN
CHRISTMAS MORNING
The next time I wake up, I’m alone.
I squint blearily against the dim light filtering through my woolen curtains, half expecting my intruder to still be somewhere in my bedroom, waiting for me to wake up so he can have me all over again.
A confusing rush of heat floods my muscles at the thought of that. I whimper when my pussy attempts a weak clenching in response.Ow! Ow-ow-holy-shit-ow!
Yeah, there’s no way I’m going to spend time pondering whether last night was just a dream, that’s for sure.
I lie under the thick pile of blankets, trying to quiet my breathing so that I might hear him. But there’s no sound of life, nor the sense of someone else being in the room with me like there was last night. When I strain my hearing to listen for movement downstairs, there is only silence.
I don’t know why my heart drops at that. Strike that—I do know, but Ireallydon’t want to admit it, not even to myself. Who hopes their rapist stays around to celebrate Christmas morning?
The same girl who asked him to stay and snuggle.Christ.
I grimace at my pathetically spiraling thoughts and force my stupid brain to return to a state that's at least semi-functional. It’s not my fault. I can’t help that my entire system is still flooded with endorphins, or that my bedlinens smell like sweet-spicy musk and male. The sooner I get out of bed and away from everything that reminds me of him, the sooner I’ll be able to think without my ovaries’ mushy interference.
Only the bed isn’t the only reminder he left behind.
My abdomen protests violently when I roll myself off the mattress, and when I make my legs take my weight and force myself upright, my knees nearly buckle.
Yep. That still hurts. No wonder women who get a choice in the matter don’t sign up for a second ride on this particular carousel. Perhaps I’d still be able to move with some dignity if he’d had me just the once.
Though if he had, I wouldn’t have learned how good sex can feel. Jesus Christ on a cracker.
