I’m here to help her, not myself.
“Areyouokay?” she asks, her fingers on my neck squeezing slightly. She lets out the strangest sound, her chest rumbling against me.
It almost sounds like a…purr.
But that can’t be right. Only alphas can purr.
Still, the rumble of her chest against me settles me.
“I’m not sure,” I say, because it’s the truth.
She sucks in another breath, and then she moves away. Off of me.
“I’m sorry,” she says, her eyes filling with tears as she stumbles back. My body feels different without her pressed against me.
Solid, but…
Empty.
But I can also breathe, and my mind feels a bit less hazy. I look away as I adjust my stupid dick with a mind of its own and clear my throat before I bend down to grab my case.
Auryn scrambles to the back corner. Hiding.
“It’s okay,” I say as I set my case on the table beside the bed. I focus on stilling my breath, on my softening cock. On my breathing. On pulling out the suppressant.
“No, it’s not, I—”
I lay my gaze on her, in that shadowed corner. I can see the turmoil in her eyes. She’s fighting herself, and something about that pulls on the ache in my chest.
But there’s something else. The hunch of her shoulders, the overpowering scent of lemongrass has erased all the cinnamon and peppercorn.
There’s no competition now.
I take two steps towards her, watching as her gaze flashes to me. She looks frightened. So different than moments ago where she had me pinned against the wall like an…
Animal.
My dick threatens to awaken again at the thought, so I push it aside. That is not the directive here, and I will have a lot to record when I get back to my lab.
“I’m okay,” I tell her. I stop, giving her a wide berth of space. I offer her my hand. “I promise.”
I’mnotokay, but I think I can manage for now. I have to. Auryn’s care is more important than whatever is happening to me.
She looks at my hand. I hold it steady, waiting for her to take it. She does.
Her tiny hand in mine feels warm. Comforting.
I tug it lightly. “Good girl.” I offer her a smile as she comes closer. “See, totally fine.” I tell her, my voice dropping an octave. I lead her to the bed and sit her down, regrettably letting go of her hand.
“I have the shot, and I have the pills,” I say, letting out a sigh as I focus on arranging things in my case because suddenly I feel quite antsy.
Anxious.
Auryn whines. “Which is faster?”
“The shot, but I know you said you don’t like needles.” I turn to take in the sight of her, sitting on the bed in her sweats and t-shirt. The clothes are too big for her small frame, but she looks…
Cute. Dark hair, a bit messy, pink lips perfectly shaped and parted slightly.
