My arms naturally wound around his neck, the silken tangles of his hair sliding against the backs of my fingers. He stared at me, unblinking, his eyes locked onto mine, in a heated caress that made my skin tingle.
He had no reason to touch me this way now that my heat had abated. No reason to stare at me with fire in his gaze. No reason to cradle me in his arms like I was the most precious thing he had ever held.
But he did anyway, and there was no way in this realm or the next, I was going to tell him to stop. This was one ride I wasn’t getting off of, until I was absolutely forced to. Maybe, just maybe, he would tell me that we should continue our lie. That we could make it a reality. That we should see where these feelings took us.
He licked his lips, and I watched his tongue, remembering the taste of it against mine. Remembered the way it had trailed over every inch of my skin. The way he had fucked my ass with it, before he had filled me with his thick cock.
My skin heated like my heat was back, my hole clenching and aching to be filled, even though I was sore as fuck. I’d take the pain, the burn, for one more time with Bal inside me. It would be worth it.
His eyes stared at my lips, and I silently begged him to kiss me. Instead, he cleared his throat, looking away before carefully carrying me into the bathroom, the steam of the shower already heating the cool room.
He moved like he was going to put me on my own two feet, and my body tightened, fighting the movement. My hands clung to his neck, my eyes begging him not to let me go.
“Kendrick?” His voice was a confused whisper, reminding me of the way he had sounded in the dark. In the darkest, neediest throes of my heat. As he had whispered words against my skin. Words he hadn’t meant, I knew that, of course I knew that. Words that people whispered to each other during the height of passion but didn’t hold any real meaning. Words that I realized, deep down, I wanted to be true.
“Shower with me?” My voice sounded small, hesitant, unsure of how he would react to my question–plea–or what he would say.
Please say yes.
“Are you sure?” he hesitated, looking unsure. Where was the man who had confidently taken charge of my heat, bringing me to a screaming orgasm over and over and over again? The man who had touched me with sure hands, with fingers that knew just how to tease? Who had given me orders I had happily obeyed?
“Please,” I tried to keep the pleading whine from my voice. “I…” Dammit, I had never been an omega who shied away from anything, and especially not from something–or someone–I wanted.
But suddenly I wasn’t sure of anything with Bal anymore. Wasn’t sure where we stood with each other. Wasn’t sure how much playacting had turned into the real thing.
But I was sure of the fact that I wanted him. Wanted him more than I had ever wanted another being on the planet. And I was not ready to let him go yet.
If this was our last day together, since I was supposed to go home on the twenty-eighth, I wanted to spend it with him. Preferably naked. Before my family expected me to spend the day with them, celebrating the holiday I had missed.
Voice steady, I looked him straight in the eyes, and told him, “I want you. I want to feel your cock inside me when I’m not out of my head with heat. Please, Balfour, please.”
“No.”
And with that one, small, tiny word, the man I was very much afraid I was starting to fall in love with, shattered my heart and soul.
Balfour
Past…
Nemesis:Did you eat today?
Me:I ate.
Nemesis:What did you eat?
Me:Do I ask you about your eating habits?
Nemesis:I know you. You get wrapped up in your work, especially in December, and you forget to eat.
Me:I ate.
Nemesis:Are you lying to me?
Me:Fine.I’m going to get something now. Happy?
Nemesis:Very.
Chapter Fourteen
