Chapter 10 Ash #2
Scare her so she runs to the opposite end of the barn like a scared bunny rabbit.
But it strikes me that I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to watch this omega die.
Her gaze drifts down my torso in a way that makes my pulse pick up.
“Are you—are you okay?”
Maybe she can be useful. She seems gullible and easy enough to manipulate.
“I’m fine,” I growl, my brows drawing down at her question.
She purses her lips as if she doesn’t believe me. And I guess it makes sense. The sight of the bruises and scrapes I’ve got all over my body is probably something she isn’t used to, if she’s as new to this place as I think she is.
The concern she’s showing me grates on my nerves. She shouldn’t give a shit about me. Just like I’m trying not to give a shit about her.
“Sit,” I snap, frustrated with the conflicting emotions battling in my brain. I’m not used to this type of thinking.
She sits.
Immediately.
“Closer.”
She scoots closer so that her knee is barely touching mine.
The way she automatically follows my instructions makes a satisfied purr rise from my chest.
Her eyes go wide at the sound, her strawberry shortcake scent sweetening and exploding out from her in a way that makes my pulse thrum through my veins.
“Turn around,” I snap.
Her brows go down, but she slowly spins so her back is facing me.
She lets out a startled squeak as I pull her to my chest, my front meeting her back.
Her skin is cold to the touch and still damp from when she was hosed down.
Now that she’s pressed up against my body, I can feel just how badly she’s shivering from the cold.
The fuckers in charge here seriously didn’t give a shit whether she died. If I didn’t offer her my body heat, she wouldn’t have survived till morning.
Even though we’re right at the start of spring, it gets cold here at night.
“Th—thank you,” she says.
“Don’t thank me. I’m only doing this so you don’t fucking die. I don’t want you reading into this,” I snap.
“Oh,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.
The motion inadvertently bares her neck to me. Despite the fucking collar they have on her neck, my gaze instantly narrows on the exposed skin.
It would be so easy to kill her.
Sink my teeth into her and rip her throat out. I’ve done it before to people willing to put up a much bigger fight than she would.
Or I could sink my teeth into her neck and make her mine.
Where the fuck did that thought come from? Why the hell do her eyes—her magical wide, innocent, bright doe eyes—make me think such ridiculous bullshit?
“Stop looking at me,” I snap.
She flinches and jerks her head forward, inadvertently pressing her ass into my throbbing cock.
The two of us freeze as a menacing growl leaves my chest.
Fuck.
She’s driving me crazy. Absolutely, batshit insane.
I have an omega. Right in fucking front of me. Her bare pussy inches away from my throbbing cock.
I could take her right here. No one would stop me. Bend her over on her hands and knees and fuck her until she’s begging for my knot.
It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve seen any action other than my hand.
“Don’t move,” I grit out, my arms banding around her and my hands resting on her knees.
I should be pushing her away. Not fighting the urge to pull her closer.
My eyes clench shut as I grit my teeth.
I’m a fucking goner.
Five minutes in her presence and I’m already acting insane.
The fuckers in charge here knew exactly what they were doing when they brought her in. It’s like her scent, her helplessness, her obvious innocence rip my walls to shreds.
I’m nothing but a fucking beast. At the mercy of these ridiculous alpha instincts.
She lets out an uncomfortable whine, and I quickly let go of her knees where I was squeezing uncomfortably tight.
“Fuck, sorry,” I grit out, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.
“N—no, I’m sorry,” she says, rubbing her arms. The motion makes her torso move, pressing her ass against my cock again.
Fuck this shit.
My arms wrap around her torso and roll us over so we’re laying on our sides with her pinned between me and the wall.
“Whoa—wait!”
“You were moving too much,” I mumble, nuzzling my face into her damp hair.
I’m leaving my scent all over her. It’s a little fucked, given the circumstances. But I don’t think I could stop myself even if I tried.
Though I’m definitely not fucking trying, that’s for sure.
“Why did you do that?” She asks, her hand coming up to rest on my wrist.
Her touch is soft and delicate. Every part of her is fragile.
It terrifies me, what they’ll do to her to keep me cooperative.
“’Cause you were still shivering. And you were moving too goddamn much.”
“But aren’t you cold?” She asks softly.
I pause. There’s genuine care in her voice.
“With the way we’re facing, you’re blocking all the wind,” she continues.
“It’s fine.”
She’s a smart girl.
“But—“
“Be quiet. Don’t worry your pretty little head about me.”
I’m not someone who deserves her care. It was a fifty-fifty chance I left her out in the cold to die.
“Okay,” she says, stifling a yawn.
Now that she’s all cuddled up against me, the wave of exhaustion I’ve been keeping at bay threatens to crash over me.
Tonight’s fight was a nasty one.
“Get some rest,” I say. “Alphas run warm, I’ll be okay.”
“Oh. Um, could I have your name?”
Damn. I really am a fucking asshole. I’ve seen this girl naked as the day she was born, and I didn’t even bother asking for her name.
I guess being held captive for nearly a decade will do that to a guy.
“Ash,” I say. “You?”
“Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira.”
“Cute.” I bury my face into the crook of her neck and let out a sigh. “Get some rest, Mirabelle. Those assholes are probably going to wake us up in a few hours.”
“Okay, goodnight, Ash.”
I should’ve known passing out would be a terrible idea.