Thorne.
Her silhouette shimmers behind the frosted glass of the shower.The curves of her body blurred but unmistakable.The arch of her back, the swell of her breasts, the line of her thighs.
I freeze.
The beast inside me surges, claws tearing me from the inside as he fights to gain control, the bond screaming so loud I can barely think.My cock hardens instantly, painfully, straining against my jeans as my breath turns ragged.
I should turn away.I should leave.But I don’t.
Instead, I stumble back against the wall, my fists trembling as I fight the pull.
The sound of water sliding over her skin ...my skin burns just imagining it.Her soft sigh as the spray hits her neck, the way her head tips back.It’s too much for one man to handle.
I break.
My hand shoves into my jeans before I can stop it, gripping my aching cock with a desperate groan.The strokes of my hand are violent, brutal even.I pump my fist in quick, punishing strokes, my eyes locked on the shadow of her behind that glass.My body shakes, sweat slicking my skin, every nerve alight with her.
Her name rips from my throat in a low, strangled growl as I spill hot and fast into my palm, my hips jerking, and my vision blurring at the intense pleasure.
When it’s over, I slump against the wall, my chest heaving, and shame cutting through the haze of lust.
I can still hear her in the stall.Still see her silhouette through the pane of glass.And I still want her like a damn fiend.And I know with every fiber of my being if I stay, I won’t stop at touching myself.
I’ll take her.And that’s something I can’t come back from.
I wipe my hand on my shirt, disgust and hunger tangling until I can barely breathe.Then I turn, shoving out the cabin door before the bond breaks me completely.Better the night devours me than I devour her too soon.
Chapter Nine
Breaking Chains
Thorne
I step out of the shower to an empty cabin.Again.
For a moment, I stand there, staring at the empty room in front of me, waiting for the bond to settle.But it doesn’t.It howls.Screams.Tears at me from the inside.The hollow where Altero should be is a wound that burns deeper every time he leaves me.It hurts even over the dull throb of Gabriel’s rejection.
