It sends her hurtling over the edge, her thighs clamping shut around my hand as she trembles with her orgasm. A gush of her sweet slick soaks my hand as I continue to work her through her orgasm.
As I lift my head to look at her, her eyes flutter open as she smiles lazily up at me. Her gaze is sharper than I’ve seen since this all started.
“Hey, Sugar,” I say, my voice strained.
I stand straight, dragging my hand from her wet heat. It’s practically dripping with her slick.
I can’t help it. Her sweet slick explodes on my tongue as I suck the essence of her off my hand. Like a tangy strawberry candy.
Though it still has that artificial aftertaste that her scent seems to have taken on because of the drug, it’s delicious.
Even though her cheeks are flushed from both her heat and her orgasm, I swear she blushes as she hides her face.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I murmur, reaching out and tugging her hands away from her face.
“But it’s—it’s embarrassing. I just—I just—all over your hand—I?—“
“And it was fucking amazing,” I say, hovering over her. I reach up with my hand that’s still coated in her slick and press my thumb against her lips. “Go on, taste yourself.”
She lets out a soft gasp, pressing her thighs together before her soft, pink tongue darts out and licks the tip of my thumb.
She glances up at me, gauging whether or not I’m enjoying myself. Whatever she sees in my gaze seems to spur her on, because she leans down and sucks the tip of my thumb into her mouth.
“I’ve never—you know,” she whispers.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers and breathing her in.
She’s safe. She’s alive.
For now.
I straighten, tugging one of the fuzzy blankets and pulling it up and over her body.
“I have to go get Griffin now, Sugar. Okay?”
Her bottom lip trembles, but she clutches the blanket to her chest.
“You—you have to?”
“I have to,” I nod. “You need an alpha to help you through this. That orgasm you just had will only buy you time before it starts to hurt again.”
Her sweet perfume takes on the bitter note of her fear.
“The pain—the pain will come back?”
“It will. But we’ll help you through it. Promise. You’ve just got to hang on for us.”
I want to drive my fist into my brother’s face all over again when I hear her curl onto her side. A strangled cry of pain as the cramps return, leaves her throat.
CHAPTER 32
Griffin
Rowan stumbles off an ATV, his face pale and his hands shaky.
If it weren’t for the scent ofherclinging to him, I would’ve thought he’d relapsed and taken another dose of the booster.
Not that there’s much of that to go around anymore, from what I’ve heard. Apparently, the farm is running low.
