“We got them. But it wasn’t clean, and they didn’t come willingly. Sterling’s feeding them shit and lies. We gotta get a message out to people we can trust. We’re fucking sitting ducks here.”
The walls pulse. Close in.
It’s impossible to fucking breathe in this place.
I storm out—through the gym, the kitchen, past the others.
“Priest! You fucking son of a bitch!” Dalton’s voice explodes behind me.
I don’t stop.
I’m already halfway down the hall—on autopilot. My head is pounding with one thought.
Her.
I need her to calm me the fuck down.
Shoving her door open, I step inside. She’s out cold, body twitching under the blanket, already starting to toss from the nightmare clawing its way in.
Crossing the room in three strides, I climb into the bed, and press her into the mattress—my body blanketing hers. She jerks beneath me, whimpering, her small hands pushing against my chest.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head.
“Shhh, little one,” I murmur against her hair. “I’m here.”
She stills. Her body softens beneath mine. Her breathing evens out.
I drag my nose down her neck, inhaling her. She smells like skin, sweat, and sleep. It fills my head, dulling the static, slowing the chaos that never fucking ends.
I can’t stop. I need her here, under me, her scent in my lungs, her body caged in my arms.
Silence.
Empty, consuming, addictive.
She breathes through parted lips, eyelashes fluttering. Drowned in one of my shirts, the hem riding high on her thighs. And I know the second I let her go, the noise comes back.
So I won’t.
My dick’s already hard—has been since I touched her door. But the sight of her in my clothes is fucking unbearable. My cock throbs, pressed into her thigh. I slide my hand under the fabric, over her flat stomach. Her skin’s warm and soft.
I cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. It tightens instantly, her back arching into my palm. Her body knows me—even in sleep.
I glance at the painkillers I left on her nightstand with the birth control I slipped in them. She should’ve been taking it already, but she wasn’t. She doesn’t think ahead. Doesn’t think at all.
Good thingIdo.
“Stupid pretty kitten.”
I drop my mouth to her chest, sucking her nipple through the shirt, letting my teeth graze it just enough to make her twitch.
“You drive me insane,” I whisper against her skin. “I can’t fucking stop.”
My hand drags lower, cupping the heat between her legs. I feel her slickness through the fabric.
My little body-warmed drug.
“I need you,” I breathe against her throat. “Need you so fucking much.”
