Christin’s voice wasn’t hysterical, but it was pretty damn close. Broch told her that he would be right back, but Christin still whined like he was never coming back to the bed.
Broch yanked up the phone and saw that it was Leonard. He knew that he had to take it and for Leonard to be calling him after work hours, meant that he had something important to tell him. Broch wanted to know what it was. He had to, even if he had a beautiful woman waiting for him. Even if that woman was Christin.
He cursed out loud and said he’d be back. Broch really hoped that it was true.
Chapter 14
Christin
She couldn’t believe it. It felt cruel. Phillip used to do that to her. He would get her all riled up when he was bored or lonely and then he would mess with her. He would kiss her gently, like he loved her and how he was supposed to feel and care. It was always a lie though and as soon as she got to the point where she was dying for it, he would tense up and push her back. He rejected her over and over again.
Christin knew that the current situation wasn’t the same, but damn if it didn’t feel like it. She felt like she was being rejected and by the time Broch came back, she was dressed.
“What are you doing?”
“This is a bad idea, huh?”
He wasn’t sure what to say. He had a look of shock and Christin felt the same way. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. They were supposed to have fun. Christin was shaking with need and before she embarrassed herself any further, she made her way out of the room. Broch had need in his eyes, but she didn’t see it through her blurry eyes.
“Did I do something wrong? Please don’t go.”
She was already out the door and though she wanted to go back on the slight chance that he actually did want her, it was too similar to what happened with Phillip. He hadn’t been able to do it for very long. Christin had fought against the little teasing tortures, and she had finally made it where he didn’t even try with her. Christin stopped her body’s reaction. It had bothered Phillip so much that he couldn’t get her all worked up, that he had finally stopped trying.
Christin felt tears springing to her eyes and that upset her more than anything. She promised herself that she was never going to let another man make her cry. Going to her room wasn’t enough. Christin had so much pent-up energy that she had to release it. She ran outside and for the woods. They’d always been her place of comfort, no matter where she was or what she was doing.
When she was far enough away, Christin shifted into her alabaster dragon form and took to the skies. She had only been out once since she’d been freed and she actually needed it more in that instant than in the one before where she had felt like she was drowning. Christin had all these plans that she was going to seduce Broch and bring him to her side, but that was until she realized that rejection from him felt like death.
Tears flowed down her scaled face, but Christin just went higher and higher. She wanted to go so high that her lungs hurt and only when they felt like they were going to burst, did Christin finally start to descend. She dove down into the forest a mile from his house, walking her way back slowly in the woods. Christin was worn out. She hadn’t been so tired in years, but it was good. All of the anger and frustration that she had felt was gone. It was replaced with nothingness and that was how it needed to stay. Christin had forgotten herself. She had thought for a moment that she was desired, but she was wrong. Nothing mattered that happened with Broch anyway. She was only worried about her son and getting him back. Then, she would be able to figure out where to go next. She had gotten complacent, and Christin had let Broch pull her off her mission. It wasn’t going to happen again.
***
Christin went straight to her room, and she was pulling off her wet and dirty shirt when she realized that Broch was sitting on her bed. His eyes were glowing green in the darkness, and she was startled for a moment.
“Where did you go?”
“For a walk.”
“You look horrible.”
He got up and started toward her, but Christin stopped him.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m helping you with your wet clothes.”
Christin just stood there as he peeled the rest of her wet clothes off. She ignored the leap of fire to his eyes, and she brushed his hands back when he tried to touch her. Christin wasn’t prepared for his touch or the way her body immediately prepared for him. She was still so desperately in need. It made her mad and made Christin feel like she didn’t even have control over her own body. It was a shame really, the power that Broch had over her.
“I’m going to go take a shower. You want to help me in there too?”
Broch’s expression changed to one of lust. Christin wanted to see that in his face, but she was also still upset about before. It was too close to what Phillip had done to her, so whether it was purposeful or not, didn’t matter. Christin wanted Broch to feel what she had felt.
“Yeah.”
“But just help.”
He agreed, nodding his head with a mischievous grin. He thought that he was going to change her mind, but Christin knew better. When she made her mind up, it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to change it. The stubborn streak was coming out and Christin walked to the bathroom, Broch in tow.
She suggested that he take his clothes off and Christin wished she hadn’t started playing a game with him. He jerked off his clothes quickly and Christin got an eye full.
