Chills wrack my body, but I take my time tasting Travis, inhaling all his smoke and wood essence until I’m trembling at his touch.
I don’t know how he can keep his composure as he touches me. He handles me gently, but it’s delicious and passionate just the same.
Until another cramp, this one violent, makes me freeze. I pant against his lips, and he presses his forehead to mine.
He’s gentler than I imagined he could be.
“Can I undress you?” he asks softly. “I can take the pain away.”
I have a feeling he means in more ways than one.
Yet he doesn’t realize he alreadyhastaken away some of my pain.
The burden on my heart isn’t as heavy.
Even though my body is consumed with lust and need, I’m still clear headed enough to see what my scent match has offered me.
Travis makes me believe I can be happy again.
He gives me back my power just as his packmates have.
I nod. “Get me out of these clothes,” I chuckle weakly. “I don’t know how much time you have before I turn feral.”
“I don’t know how much I have either. It’s been a while,” he admits, and I can’t help the surge of pride in my chest.
He’s been waiting for me.
Another cramp has me doubling over, and Travis helps me out of his hoodie, tossing it to the floor.
“I’ve got you,” he promises me.
My corset top is next. The laces in the front are just for show, so I lift my arms and he pulls it off me, gently folding it and placing it on the floor. When I raise an eyebrow, he shrugs. “Your clothes are important.”
I smile through another cramp.
His knot is the only thing that will stop the pain, and he knows that.
“Lie down, baby, and lift your hips for me,” he says.
That low voice, so full of passion and power, makes me obey instantly.
I hiss while he pulls my skirt off, which he folds neatly and places with my top, and I can’t believe the patience this Alpha has.
I’m left in only my black lace panties and bra. The clasp is in the front, and I unhook it, baring my chest to him.
I lift my hips, and he groans as he pulls off my panties. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Then, I’m naked before him, my nipples aching and my cunt soaked.
He stares, his eyes raking down my body as he sits above me, still fully clothed.
“Let me see you,” I breathe. “Let me see all of you.”
My inner Omega needs skin to skin contact, that primal connection.
He undresses quickly, and my mouth waters at the sight.
His tattooed chest is wide with defined muscles and a trail of light hair that goes to the V of his hips. His cock is massive, thick and bobbing, and if I wasn’t in Heat, I’m not sure how I would take it.
