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Finally, he broke for air, drawing back and looking down at me with piercing yellow eyes that were bright with lust. “Do you like how you taste, Gem?” he asked. “Because it’s the best thing I’ve ever had.”
I whimpered as his teeth found my nipple and bit down. I was still shaking from the aftershocks of the almost-orgasm. I’d had too many almosts.
I wasn’tbuiltfor this.
“Didn’t manage it?” he asked me, nipping at my breast again and getting a jolt from me. “That’s too bad.”
My fingers gripped his hair viciously. “Fuckyou,” I spat.
His grin was infuriatingly playful, canines flashing. “I could help you one last time—see if you can get there—before I split you open on my cock.”
I blinked.
“But only if you ask nicely.”
I gritted my teeth, holding back from lunging at him.
“No?” he asked, when I couldn’t find my voice. “Rather we just?—?”
“No!”Fuck. “Give me another chance,” I begged.
He couldn’t take my first time. Tears threatened my eyes again.
It was theirs.
It wasn’t just something I could offer them. Was it worse if it was him? What if they ever learned that it had happened like this? Right under their noses?
Would they hate me for it?
That they knew the alpha who’d taken it from them?
Dusk sat up, dragging me with him so I was straddling his lap. Then he reached over, tugging something from the bedside drawer.
I flinched back as he lifted a piece of black cloth.
“Sit still,” he said.
I bit back my nerves, still desperate for a way out as he tugged the cloth over my eyes and secured it.
Something was pressed to my lips. I felt the round edges of another pill in his hands. I snapped back, trying to turn my head, but he was insistent, pressing it to my tongue. I tried to spit it out, but it was already dissolving in my mouth. It was mild, almost powdery, and didn’t taste like anything I’d had before. A low sound of panic loosed from my chest.
“It won’t hurt you, Gem,” he told me.
I despised that my heart rate calmed, and that the promises he made held so much weight. I no longer hesitated to trust what he told me. I struggled with trust, living in a world where I hadsomuch trouble telling truth from lies. My option was either to trust broadly, or to live an existence where I could never trust at all. But Duskwasa truth teller. He’d proved it on more than one occasion, and I despised how much safety there was in that.
But I was so close to the nest—to getting this all over with.
Now I was left in the dark, and every one of his touches set my hairs on end. Goosebumps were a constant companion despite the warmth of the room.
He took his time doing whatever it was he planned on doing, first touching me with passion: a brush along my neck, or my thigh or breast. I spiralled, overwhelmed with his scent and caress, aching right down to my core, shivering and needy until my mind wandered to the drug.
He’d been so insistent, making me take it. Not telling me what it was.
Again, his touch brushed my hips, clamping down and holding me over him before caressing my skin.
I was trembling now, my brain sluggish with lust I didn’t want, but that still consumed me. Next time he shifted beneath me, a breathless sound came from my throat, unbidden and wrong.
Had he fucked with my hormones so that I wanted him? Was that what the drug had done?
