If he stays, we need to build trust in a whole new way. The one that leads to love. This bond needs to bewantedfor it to work.
If he wants me, that is.
I have half a mind to shout and tell him to go fuck himself, but that's my sassy side talking. This goes far beyond my attitude problems, and there's no running from it.
I don't want to run, actually. Riot needs a swift knock upside the head and to be doused in my scent.That's a good idea.I'll start scent marking him, maybe then he'll start letting me in.
"You're working yourself up."
I jump at the deep timbre of Jarek's voice. Shooting him a glare, I don't stop my pacing.What am I going to do? Is it worth fighting for?I fight to smile every day. I don't think I have it in me to fight for someone to love me too.
Jarek moves around and sits on the edge of our large bed that we rarely use. He watches me for a few minutes before clearing his throat and wiping his hands on his jeans. "I said some things after you left."
The way he says it makes me stiffen. My feet stop, and I narrow my gaze on my alpha.What did you say?
"I may have been stupidly blunt, but that man needed a push." He's avoiding eye contact now.What did he do?"Before you start growling, let me explain, Butterfly," he teases, but his eyes are still wary.
I wave a hand, telling him to get on with it. My anxiety is rising, and there's no way I'll be able to function properly until he tells me.
Jarek drags a hand through his hair and ties the long strands back into a low ponytail. "He's our scent match, Vivie. All of ours. How he doesn't fucking realize it is beyond me."
I assumed as much. There's no other explanation for why he was in the bond.
"He's blocking himself off from us somehow. I imagine he has some traits like yours that give him the ability to do something so uncommon." Jarek sighs as if he's hurting too.
It's in my nature to comfort my alpha, so I pad over to him and straddle his lap. He gathers me close and purrs sweetly for me.
"I can feel him too, Butterfly," he murmurs into my hair. "But it's like he's immune to it. At least he was. I really threw the hard shit at him before I came up here. Hopefully he pulls his head out of his ass and realizes what an amazing omega he's missing out on."
Pulling back, I rest my palm over his chest and nudge a bit. He chuckles and grabs my wrist. After placing a soft kiss on my knuckles, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ears.
"Thank you. I'm a pretty good catch too, but he'll need to focus on forming his love with you first. No, don't shake your head at me. It's true. You will be his center and the rest will come later."
I let it go for now. I'm a firm believer there is no me without my men. Riot will need to find his place with all of us in order for this to work.
"You're so strong, you know that?" Jarek murmurs, surprising me just a bit. "That was a hard conversation, and you handled it beautifully."
Blushing, I try to bury my face in his neck, but he quickly releases my wrist and uses that hand to hold me in place with a firm grip on my throat. "No hiding from me, Vivian."
Heat rushes through me and settles in my core at his growly voice. A breath puffs out of me at the same time my hips grind against his hardening cock. This is the closest to pleasure I've been since before I was kidnapped.
"Alpha," I breathe, slick tickling my pussy lips as I quickly lose control. My need rises as does the dominance in Jay's golden eyes.
His hand slips up my throat and to my jaw. "You want me? Do you think you can handle me soft and slow?"
A pout immediately tugs my bottom lip out and my eyebrows down.No way do I want it soft and slow.
Jarek tsks and rolls his hips, making me feel the crown of his head against my sensitive clit.Just a few layers of clothes and—"You're still healing, Vivian. Don't worry, I'll still make it intense."
Placing me gently on my feet between his spread thighs, Jarek works my tank top up and over the swell of my breasts. "So pretty," he mutters and places a kiss near my right nipple.
I'm still littered with bruises and covered in an ugly bandage, yet he kisses me like I'm not damaged. His hands roam, lighting a fire in me, but he stops me from taking my pants off.
Instead, his hot thumbs dip into the waistband and slowly peel them down my legs. Chills race across my flesh, begging for more of his heat to chase them away. "Alpha?"
"One more minute. Let me savor you a bit longer," he rumbles softly as his eyes trail over every inch of skin he reveals. His hands trace my curves, gripping sometimes and other times passing by to allow him to place a sweet kiss there.
Tears prick the backs of my eyes, but I quickly shut them down. Now isn't the time to think about how scared I was that I'd never have this again.
