Auryn iskissingme.
I’ve never been kissed before.
My mouth moves slowly against hers as I process the motion and replicate it. I follow her lead.
No, I let her lead.
She tastes like cinnamon, too, and a soft sound escapes my throat.
I break away, my cheeks flushing with warmth. The sight of her kiss-swollen lips, her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes…
Beta liked that.
I lean in awkwardly and kiss her again, just to know I wasn’t imagining it.
Auryn grabs my throat again, her palm hot against my skin, and kisses me back. When she pulls away, I note we’re both breathing heavily.
“All better?” I ask, my voice shaky and awkward, and suddenly the panic hits.
I kissed her.
Fuck!
Auryn’s breathing steadies, and the dilation in her pupils is gone.
“Yes,” she says, staring at me for a moment. That’s when I hear the throat clearing of an angry alpha.
“Shift’s over, Olly,” Emmett bites.
Auryn and I both stand up, nearly knocking one another over.
I grab my case as she moves back to give me space.
“Um, I’ll be back later to uh…check on you, and…uh—”
Auryn smiles. Really smiles.
“Okay,” she says softly.
I practically run out of the cell, not even bothering to address Emmett. I can’t deal with him right now.
I can barely deal withmyself.
The moment I get back to my lab, I lock the door and collapse in my chair. My damn dick is still hard, and I whine in defeat.
I know I should take care of it, but…
I have more important things to address. So, I adjust my stupid cock, grab my notebook, and write. I recount everything. I list every symptom, every observed feeling and reaction until the spinner stops, echoing in the space, and then I get an idea.
I find a clean needle and some tubes, shake out of my lab coat, and take off my scrub top. The cool air kisses my skin, and I hastily tie the tourniquet around my arm, using my teeth to pull it tight.
I make a fist. A hard fist.
The minute the needle slides into my vein, I feel a sense of relief.
I swap out the tubes with precision until I’ve filled three tubes. I slide the needle out and bandage myself, swapping out the tubes in the processor. I take Auryn’s out and pop my fresh tubes in. As I shut the lid, firing up the machine again, I feel a sense of calm, and for now that’s enough to focus on.
I lick my lips, tasting the remnants of cinnamon hanging on, and tell myself the answer will be in the blood.
