It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve seen any action other than my hand.
“Don’t move,” I grit out, my arms banding around her and my hands resting on her knees.
I should be pushing her away. Not fighting the urge to pull her closer.
My eyes clench shut as I grit my teeth.
I’m a fucking goner.
Five minutes in her presence and I’m already acting insane.
The fuckers in charge here knew exactly what they were doing when they brought her in. It’s like her scent, her helplessness, her obvious innocence rip my walls to shreds.
I’m nothing but a fucking beast. At the mercy of these ridiculous alpha instincts.
She lets out an uncomfortable whine, and I quickly let go of her knees where I was squeezing uncomfortably tight.
“Fuck, sorry,” I grit out, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.
“N—no, I’m sorry,” she says, rubbing her arms. The motion makes her torso move, pressing her ass against my cock again.
Fuck this shit.
My arms wrap around her torso and roll us over so we’re laying on our sides with her pinned between me and the wall.
“Whoa—wait!”
“You were moving too much,” I mumble, nuzzling my face into her damp hair.
I’m leaving my scent all over her. It’s a little fucked, given the circumstances. But I don’t think I could stop myself even if I tried.
Though I’m definitely not fucking trying, that’s for sure.
“Why did you do that?” She asks, her hand coming up to rest on my wrist.
Her touch is soft and delicate. Every part of her is fragile.
It terrifies me, what they’ll do to her to keep me cooperative.
“’Cause you were still shivering. And you were moving too goddamn much.”
“But aren’t you cold?” She asks softly.
I pause. There’s genuine care in her voice.
“With the way we’re facing, you’re blocking all the wind,” she continues.
“It’s fine.”
She’s a smart girl.
“But—“
“Be quiet. Don’t worry your pretty little head about me.”
I’m not someone who deserves her care. It was a fifty-fifty chance I left her out in the cold to die.
“Okay,” she says,stifling a yawn.
