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“Again?” he asked.
“Your heat isn’t over,” I told him. I began to stroke him gently, and though I could feel the temperature of his skin rising again, he settled back against me with something like contentment simmering in our link.
“Can Betas bond?” he asked, now a little breathless as his hips began a gentle thrust backward.
I nodded and kissed the back of his neck, still tasting hints of blood there. I wouldn’t be able to see his scar, but if it took, I would be able to feel it with my fingers, my lips, my tongue. “You don’t need a knot for it. It just… helps the process. Especially between Alphas and Omegas.”
“Mm.” I could feel I was losing him to pleasure once more, but that was fine by me. I wanted to wring at least three more orgasms out of my human Omega. I wanted to catch his release in my hand and lick it away. I wanted to taste him in my mouth for hours to come. And we had that time.
Locked in that little room, we had all the time in the world.
Chapter Thirteen
KOR
Misha managed to sleep at the very end of his heat. My knot had gone down, and I gently rubbed at his hole with two fingers as my seed began to leak from him. He gave a quiet, snuffling groan before rolling onto his stomach, and he didn’t protest my hands all over him.
I was just starting to drift when he roused, and I felt him sit up before his hand brushed through my hair. “I need a shower. I feel like I’m covered head to toe with come.”
I couldn’t help a smile as I ran my palm from his thigh to his neck, as though feeling for it. “You might be right about that.”
He snorted and slapped my arm. “Is it always like that?”
I pushed myself up to sit, annoyed with how fatigued I was, at how I could feel the weakness in my heart now that I wasn’t running on instinct or adrenaline. “I don’t really know. I’ve only been with a couple of Omegas for their heats, and never more than once.”
Something pulsed in the bond, but I didn’t ask him to clarify as my feet slipped to the floor and I gripped the edge of the bed to keep myself oriented. One session with Cameron hadn’t been enough to teach me how to navigate unfamiliar spaces—and I wasn’t sure how long it would be before my confidence returned.
“You wanna wash up with me?” Misha asked. I heard the sound of his feet hitting the floor, and I could tell his body was ready to collapse. “They’ve been really nice about keeping me stocked with towels and soap.”
“Well, it is a hospital, not a prison,” I told him, holding a hand out for him.
His fingers met mine, and he waited for me to grasp the back of his elbow as we shuffled our way into the bathroom. “There hasn’t been a lot of difference between those two things lately,” he admitted, and I heard the bitterness in his voice. “Although, I guess I’m being kept here for my safety as well as the other Wolves.”
“Did they find anything?” I asked. “Anything that could pose a danger to my people?”
He said nothing, then after a beat, he groaned. “Sorry, I shook my head. No. Danyal said he didn’t think the lab was working on that. At least, not that lab. If anyone dies from this whole mess, it’ll be me.”
I grabbed him and spun him, pressing him backward until I heard him hit a wall. My instincts were powerful, furious, and I leaned in until my nose touched his jaw. “I understand the risk,” I said, my voice mostly a growl. “I understand we won’t know until the moon, but I don’t want to talk about your death.”
There was silence, then a soft breath, then a hand on my face. His lips brushed against mine—a nothing little kiss, though it felt like everything, and my body gave a single, powerful tremble. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how the hell else to deal with it.”
Pulling back, I raked a hand through my hair and let out a sigh. “I’m not ready to let you go. I have a mountain of shit to climb the moment we step out of this room…”
“We?” he asked.
I took another step away from him, my hand out behind me, and it crashed against the sink before I gripped the edge. “Start the shower, Misha.”
I felt annoyance pulse through the bond, but he still did as I asked. The sound of the water hitting the tile was almost overwhelming—noise more powerful now that I was relying on it more, but I needed the distraction.
I didn’t move until his hands found me, and I took a step toward him. He must have sensed my hesitation because he tightened his grip on my fingers and stopped.
“The shower’s flush with the floor, but there’s a tiny lip you can feel with your foot,” he said, and he backed up as I followed.
I tried to swallow back frustration at how a shower could have felled me. I had cut down thousands of humans, led victories in battle. And now I clung to a human Omega, trying not to fall on my face in a hospital bathroom.
“I can feel that,” Misha said, his voice very soft as he drew me under the stream of warm water. “Is that the bond?”
I frowned a little as I stepped farther into the spray, sighing as the pounding stream eased some of the ache in my muscles. “Is what the bond?”
