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“I just don’t know why you care,” I admitted. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him there, but I still didn’t understand why he bothered. He was an Alpha Wolf, and I was a human—even if I was an altered one. There was no reason for him to take this risk.
“I like you. You saved me,” he said, and when I opened my mouth to argue with him that I hadn’t done anything but rip out his tubes and drive the car, his thumb pressed against my lips and stopped the words. “I don’t just mean from the lab. I felt like…” He swallowed thickly and shook his head. “I felt like I was losing my mind. I think I knew back then that I wasn’t going to heal from what they did. Not… not all of it.”
I blinked, then I realized what he was saying. “Your eyes.”
He gave a bitter laugh, low and rumbling in his chest. “The optic nerves are too damaged for my wolf to heal. The humans have been using a chemical on Wolves to prevent them from shifting which weakens them. One of the side-effects is blindness, apparently. Permanent, if they’re exposed too long.”
I stared into his eyes, into the endless black pupils consuming the yellow. I reached up without thinking and pressed my thumb to the edge of his eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t do this,” he said, but he must have known that wasn’t what I meant. “I’ll survive it. I’ll adjust. But I don’t know that I would have gotten this far if you hadn’t been there with me at the beginning. You were the first person to show me kindness.”
“That’s no reason to risk whatever could happen to you just because I was kind,” I pointed out.
“I know,” he said. He bowed his head toward me, then leaned in and rubbed his nose along the curve of my neck. Heat rushed through my body, making my ass clench, triggering that desperation for him to fill me. He pulled back and I could see a faint dusting of a blush across the tops of his cheeks. “I’m sorry. Misha, if you don’t want me…”
“That’s not even remotely what it is,” I told him, and he chuckled so softly I barely heard it, but I could see the way his eyes lit up with it, and the way his mouth curved up even farther. “I think part of it is… whatever pheromone reaction’s going on.”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s how it is with all of us.”
I bit the inside of my cheek and sighed. “Part of it is that I like you. But we could end up hating each other. If I survive this, you might eventually resent me for being who I am. And what I am.”
His eyes closed, and he leaned away from me, though his hand didn’t leave my face. “It’s possible. I have a lot of healing to do, and a lot of work to do. My people are strong, but not strong enough, and I don’t know if they’ll unite under me if I’m bound to you.”
I swallowed. “So, we probably shouldn’t…”
“I’m willing to risk it though,” he went on, like I hadn’t spoken, “because I feel something here.” His other hand pressed over his chest, and I could see the edges of his claws pushing through the tips of his fingers. “I think my people will eventually understand. You’re just as much a victim as any of us have ever been.”
“We still don’t know if I’ll live to see it.”
He reached down and curled his fingers into my gown, tugging me close so we were pressed from chest to groin. I could feel his hardness against me, thicker than my own, and god—god—I wanted him. “I’m willing to take the risk, Misha. And even if you’re not, I’m here to stay.”
Closing my eyes, I leaned in and breathed deep. Surrounded by his scent, by the heat of his body so close, I sank into something like euphoria. I didn’t want—I didn’t need. I just existed in a space meant for me—a place that felt right in ways nothing ever had.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that being controlled like this was against my nature. And yet, I couldn’t find anything wrong with it. It would have been easy and simple to pull away and tell him no. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the pain that would come with it. I didn’t want to die—now, or later on if the shift destroyed my body.
So, I took a leap.
Chapter Twelve
KOR
The smell of him, the feel of him beneath my hands was almost enough to send me into a rut. When I had first stepped into his room, which felt a little too close to a cell, my lack of sight enraged me. I could smell his heat, his desperation, his pain. He was whimpering quietly, and from the direction, it was coming from the floor.
I wanted to turn around and roar, to bare fangs and demand they tell me why my human—my Omega, my mate—had been left in this state. But he rasped my name, and everything else but him melted away. My hands guided him up, then to the bed, and I felt the tremors in his body begin to soften as I told him what was happening.
The sharp tang of fear was still present, but he was calm as he lay against my naked body. My fingers brushed along his face, his neck, feeling his pulse’s wild beat. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything. I had been warned how profound the call would feel the moment I found a mate. And there was no guarantee it would last, but that didn’t matter in the moment.
What mattered was he was willing—and not just that, he wanted me. I could taste it on his tongue as he pushed me back and devoured my mouth. This wasn’t about easing his discomfort or trying to save his life. This was about joining. Bonding.
His heart synced with mine as he surged into me, his cock throbbing against the cut of my hip. It took every effort to draw my claws back as I reached behind him, dragging my fingers through the opening of his hospital gown.
I wondered, only for a moment, what he looked like. I had seen an Omega in heat before, but I had never seen my own. Was he flushed, glowing with wide, desperate orange eyes? I traced his lashes with the pad of my thumb as my other hand sought out the globes of his ass, and I grazed two fingers down toward his hole, which was slick and wet.
“Your body is preparing itself for my knot,” I murmured against his kisses.
I felt Misha pull back, his hand cupping the side of my neck. “That part’s true?”
I couldn’t help a small laugh, and I nosed along his jawline. “Yes, that part’s true. Feel for yourself.”
