Chapter 18
FLETCHER
Inside, I was melting down. A reactor gone nuclear, alarm bells screaming at the top of their lungs, warning me of immanent doom. Everything hurt. It burned, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl inside of Adam and wear him like a second skin.
Instead, I hid away in my bedroom, my very soul still drenched in the scent of the Alpha. I was pretty sure he’d triggered my heat when he’d scent-marked me. That my desperate body clung on to that possibility that maybe, just maybe, I had an Alpha to sate my needs.
But I didn’t.
Even if Adam had looked at me with such tenderness, his golden eyes filled with adoration for me as he cupped my cheek in his palm and…
No. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—get involved with him. Not when he was meant for greatness and I was nothing more than a street cat living off his kindness. He deserved better than me, even if our inner-beasts seemed to sing for each other.
I writhed in the bedsheets, already pulled from one corner of the mattress. My body burned with fever, my heat tearing through me like a wildfire while my ass leaked with clear, wet slick.
I pumped my fingers helplessly inside myself with one hand while the other jerked my cock, chasing an itch that I couldn’t quite scratch. I panted and moaned and bit the corner of my pillow, humping the bed like a wild animal.
“Can we talk?” Adam’s words rang through my mind, haunting me.
I couldn’t leave this room again. Not until this storm had passed. If I did, I feared the next time Adam came near me, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from climbing his tall, willowy body like a tree.
So I tried, in vain, to sate my needs alone. I locked the door and used my fingers and the handle of a hairbrush in attempts to get off. It worked—for a little while, at least, but too soon, it wasn’t enough anymore.
By the end of the night, I dissolved into a puddle of need on the bed, humping my pillows desperately, my frustration mounting. I tried to breathe through the sheer desire flooding my brain, making me dizzy.
I knew if I just held on, it would pass in a week or so, but fuck… Heat shock-waved through my body. I needed to be filled. I needed it so badly. Stuffed and fucked and filled with cum until it was leaking from my used hole.
Panting, I lay on the bare mattress, the sheet having been torn off and tossed to the floor in my rut.
A knock on the door made everything inside of me tense up. My fingers twitched, and my tongue darted out to wet my cracked lips.
“Fletcher?” came Adam’s soft voice, and a whine built in my throat, making it ache.
“Go away,” I barked, harsher than I meant for it to sound. It tasted bitter on my tongue. I wanted to crawl over to the door, to unlock it, to pull it open and drag the Alpha down on top of me, to beg him to ravish me.
But I didn’t.
I gritted my teeth together with a soft growl of frustration. I knew if opened that door, my self-control would fly out the window. I’d do something we’d both regret—something that would end up with the two of us hot and sweaty in bed…and god, that sounded so good.
I buried my face in my pillow and fought the urge to scream. Why did this have to be so hard?