Chapter 31 Rowan #2
She’s unconscious right now. Probably for the better, considering the amount of pain she’s been in. She’s been stripped down to her bra and panties.
Her body is covered in a layer of her sweat, and slick glistens between her thighs.
Apparently, the Doc cut her clothes off of her on day two because she was begging so hard she basically lost her voice.
The guys and I were still at the fight weekend. God, I wish I were there for her.
If I were there, or maybe if I had brought her with us, this bullshit never would’ve happened.
I quickly start unlocking the padded leather restraints around her ankles. Red-hot rage pumps through my veins when I see the dark bruising underneath the cuffs.
She fought. Fought hard.
Dr. Stetson gets started removing her IVs, and a soft growl leaves my lips when I see the extensive bruising on her arms from the IVs.
“I had to move her IVs around a couple of times because she kept on struggling,” Dr. Stetson says apologetically.
“Yeah,” I grit out, working on uncuffing her wrists. There are similar bruises around her wrists.
Mirabelle’s eyes flutter open, and I have to bite back another low growl. It sounds nothing like an alpha’s growl, and it doesn’t carry any of the weight an alpha’s does, but I feel like it’s fitting for the situation.
Her eyes are glazed over. From the pain or from the drugged-up heat, I don’t know.
“Rowan?” She croaks out. Her voice is completely gone. My name is barely a whisper of air past her lips, but it’s still my name. She recognizes me. That’s a good sign.
“It’s me, Sugar. I’m here,” I say, lacing my hand with hers and squeezing.
It’s weak, but she squeezes my hand back, making relief wash over me.
“How does your nest sound?” I murmur, hefting her up into my arms.
Her eyes flutter shut as she lets out a groan of pain from the movement, but she nods against my neck.
“Okay, perfect,” I sigh, thankful she’s still responding to me.
“I’ll walk, no need to give me a ride,” Dr. Stetson says. “I need it after this whole ordeal.”
“Thanks for your help, Doc,” I say, nodding to him and heading towards the golf cart.
Mirabelle whimpers when I move to set her down on the bench, clinging to my t-shirt with the desperation of a sailor lost at sea.
“Okay, okay, I’ll hold on to you. No need to worry, Sugar. I got you.”
It’s a bit awkward, but I manage to maneuver us into the golf cart with her sitting on my lap, her legs resting across the bench.
“Everything will be alright,” I murmur into her hair.
I’m saying those words to reassure her, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was also trying to reassure myself.
As I carry her into my bedroom and lay her onto the nest, she clings to me when I try to stand.
“Don’t go!” She whimpers.
Her legs curl up to her chest as she lets out a gasp of pain.
“I have to go get Griffin to help, Sugar. I’ll be right back.”
Her eyelids flutter open, her glazed eyes landing on me.
“It hurts.”
“I know, Sugar. I know.”
“Help me, please.” She lifts her hips off the bed, pressing her thighs together like she’s desperate for stimulation.
With a groan of frustration, she shoves weakly at the panties on her hips, pushing them down her legs and baring herself to me.
“Please,” she groans with frustration as the fabric gets stuck past her knees.
I swallow hard before dragging them the rest of the way down her legs.
“Rowan, it hurts,” she sobs, her hand desperately reaching down and cupping between her legs as she tries to give herself some relief. “Help me... please...”
Dr. Stetson’s words float through my head again.
You have the power to help her, even though you’re a beta. She trusts you.
I can help her.
Her slick glistens between her thighs, even in the low light as I reach between her silky smooth skin and rest my hand above hers. Her fingers work inside her, her hips shifting desperately.
A startled gasp leaves her lips as she throws her head back when I gently peel her hand away from her flesh and replace it with my own, sliding a finger into her warm, wet heat.
A groan vibrates through my chest at the sensation.
She grinds her pussy down onto my hand as a signal for more, and I quickly slide a second finger inside of her, curling them upwards and towards myself while I press down on her lower belly to try to help with the cramps.
She thrashes under my hold, gripping the soft blankets underneath her.
“Does that feel good, Sugar?” I ask, my voice low as I set a steady rhythm before rotating my hand so I can press my thumb against her clit.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She chants, her eyes screwed shut.
“God, you’re fucking stunning, do you know that?” I growl, my eyes roving over her sweat slicked body. Her tits heave with her heavy breaths, spilling past the neckline of her bra.
I lean over her body, bracing myself as I hover over her. My hand works inside of her, keeping that steady rhythm that has her falling apart in my hands, her keening cries growing more desperate.
“That’s it, Sugar. Let yourself fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”
I tug her bra down and suck her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing against the sensitive bud.
It sends her hurtling over the edge, her thighs clamping shut around my hand as she trembles with her orgasm. A gush of her sweet slick soaks my hand as I continue to work her through her orgasm.
As I lift my head to look at her, her eyes flutter open as she smiles lazily up at me. Her gaze is sharper than I’ve seen since this all started.
“Hey, Sugar,” I say, my voice strained.
I stand straight, dragging my hand from her wet heat. It’s practically dripping with her slick.
I can’t help it. Her sweet slick explodes on my tongue as I suck the essence of her off my hand. Like a tangy strawberry candy.
Though it still has that artificial aftertaste that her scent seems to have taken on because of the drug, it’s delicious.
Even though her cheeks are flushed from both her heat and her orgasm, I swear she blushes as she hides her face.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I murmur, reaching out and tugging her hands away from her face.
“But it’s—it’s embarrassing. I just—I just—all over your hand—I—“
“And it was fucking amazing,” I say, hovering over her. I reach up with my hand that’s still coated in her slick and press my thumb against her lips. “Go on, taste yourself.”
She lets out a soft gasp, pressing her thighs together before her soft, pink tongue darts out and licks the tip of my thumb.
She glances up at me, gauging whether or not I’m enjoying myself. Whatever she sees in my gaze seems to spur her on, because she leans down and sucks the tip of my thumb into her mouth.
“I’ve never—you know,” she whispers.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers and breathing her in.
She’s safe. She’s alive.
For now.
I straighten, tugging one of the fuzzy blankets and pulling it up and over her body.
“I have to go get Griffin now, Sugar. Okay?”
Her bottom lip trembles, but she clutches the blanket to her chest.
“You—you have to?”
“I have to,” I nod. “You need an alpha to help you through this. That orgasm you just had will only buy you time before it starts to hurt again.”
Her sweet perfume takes on the bitter note of her fear.
“The pain—the pain will come back?”
“It will. But we’ll help you through it. Promise. You’ve just got to hang on for us.”
I want to drive my fist into my brother’s face all over again when I hear her curl onto her side. A strangled cry of pain as the cramps return, leaves her throat.