He flops back on the bed, groaning as he does. “Can this wait until later? I’m still… not right.”
That tugs a little at my heartstrings. I power through.
“Nope. Today you finally tell me why you’ve been such an ass. I know you feel the same thing I do. You wouldn’t have been such a dick to Seth.”
He growls. “Seth deserved way more than I gave him.”
I suppress an eyeroll. Remember that stuff about keeping my alpha happy. It’s a tough job, made for tough omegas.
“Either way. You have basically ignored me for weeks, then get all growly alpha-hole when someone says hi.”
He sits back up and I see that there is steel in his eyes. “Hetouchedyou.”
Saint’s voice is pure gravel. I fucking love it. Warmth shoots right to my core, and my salty, caramel scent fills the room. He groans, dragging a hand down his face.
I can almost hear Cammie’s voice saying, “Our plan is working!”
“Saint, I’m crazy about you. It’s partly biology. I mean, how can it not be? I barely know you.” I swallow, willing myself not to cry. “But before we met I felt…”
He gets up from the bed and prowls toward me. I have seen attractive men before. I live with three of them. Saint is something different. He moves like he knows exactly what he's doing and doesn't particularly care if you notice.
He’s built like an athlete. Wide shoulders, biceps that look like they do work and aren’t just for show. His pecs narrow into a tight waist and lean hips, and just below…
Holy shit.
His absolutely perfect dick has a silver barbell through the tip. My mouth waters at the thought of running my tongue across the tip. Testing the feel of the metal in my mouth. Drinking down his ginger flavored cum.
Slick coats the inside of my thighs and Saint practically stumbles to his knees in front of me.
“Princess,” He drags a hand down his face, “you have to stop doing that if we’re going to finish this conversation.”
I regain my senses, barely, then push him back a little. “We absolutely will finish this conversation, or I’ll go find Graham and Silas.”
His pupils snap tight.
Yeah, I’m diabolical.
“So tell me,” I prompt. “Why have you been such an ass?” He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, I add, “And make it the full truth.”
He takes a deep breath and then lets it all out. “You know about my mom. That’s part of it. But it’s not all of it. Not even the worst of it.”
I place my hand on his shoulder. “Tell me.”
He sits back and he looks so absolutely torn inside that it breaks my heart. I scoot off the chair and kneel in front of him. “What is it?”
“Did Silas or Graham tell you anything about my accident?”
I nod. “They told me that you were holding back three alphas while their omega was trapped in a car.”
“Did they tell you that she died? That we couldn’t get her out fast enough?”
A lump forms in my throat. That would be terrible to see. Devastating.
He sniffs, and wipes at his nose. “My rotator cuff was torn trying to keep them out of harm’s way. They ended up pushing me down. One died trying to save her. He had on no gear.” His voice breaks. “The other two, they were severely burned. It was—”
Sobs overwhelm him. The sound of it—this big, controlled, contained man—tears at something in my chest.
“Saint, honey. Shhh.” I rock him.
