Healed me.
“Take care of me,” she breathed. “Make me feel good, Killian. Before we go.”
She swung her legs over my lap and ground down.
“Can’t,” I murmured against her mouth.
“Please, I need you.”
“No.”
“Why?” She flopped back onto the bed, dramatic.
“Cade and Talon said no orgasms. Don’t want you going into heat.”
She groaned. “This is torture. I’m dying. I’m so horny.If you won’t, I’ll ask Ryker. He has zero self-control and questionable morals.”
From the other side of the wall, Ryker shouted, “Not this time, Kitten!”
"Traitor!" she yelled back.
I needed to distract her.
The bond was loud. Nerves. Fear. Want. Too much at once.
I reached over, took her guitar, and set it in her hands.
“Play something.”
Her fingers lingered on the strings.
“Okay, but it’s not finished,” she said. “I’m not sure it’s any good.”
“Play it anyway,” I said. “I want to hear.”
She nodded once.
Her hands moved. Picking first. Then chords.
She hummed, soft and pretty, before the words came.
"There’s a fire under my heartbeat
I used to fear the way it grew
Every change felt like a warning
Every shift cut straight in two
I thought the strength inside would ruin me
Leave nothing standing in its wake
Now I’m learning how to hold it
Training flame so I don’t break"
When she finished, she didn’t look at me.
