“I’ll clean you up,” he croaked.
I yanked myself free of the sexual stupor and rolled onto my back, detaching from his cock.
“Come here,” he muttered gruffly, catching my hand.
Panic crowded my throat. “Do you think a good fuck will convince me to stay?”
“You’re not leaving,” he repeated, pulling me into his arms until I landed on his chest.
His bloodshot gaze begged.
I wanted to comfort him. To tell him it was okay. To soothe his pain . . . but it would be a lie.
And I wasn’t going to lie about this. Not something so sacred as a Scent Match. I wasn’t them.
Anger swelled, and I turned my head away.
“Look at me,” he begged. His breathing turned shallow. “Look at me,” he snarled. His hand clamped around my jaw, and he tugged my chin to force me to turn.
I met his frantic features mingling with fear.
His expression crumpled, the vulnerability spearing me through the heart.
“I . . .” He licked his lips, not taking his green, pained focus away from me. “I need to tell you. I . . .”
He looked tormented, like the words he was trying to push out were nailed into his throat. My Omega Instincts flared and demanded I soothe him.
My fingers sank into his hair, and he stiffened, anger flaring through them.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, pulling my fingers back.
He blinked, and the tension melted away, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Am . . .Iokay?”
I continued to study him, unable to fight the spear of concern for him.
“Fuck,” he cussed and spun away from me, the stricken look on his face not fading.
“I have to—” Another scrape back of his hair. “Fuck!”
He stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like I’d tortured him.
I lay my arms by my side, staring at the ceiling.
Chapter 26
Everything I believed I cared about meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. I crouched in the safety of my bedroom, my palm flat on the wall as I struggled to breathe. Tears blinded my vision. I never fucking cried. Not when the orphanage bastards raped me, or when Jennifer—never.
This slip of an Omega had me fucked in the head, and my mistakes flashed across my closed eyelids.
My cruel words to her, the way I allowed another woman to touch me, even if I hadn’t done anything further, all of it flitted across my mind in a flurry of regrets.
In biting her, a dam had burst open. One I never knew existed—emotions.Fuckingemotions.
I was drowning in self-hatred.
