10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Isadora
M y dreams weren’t dreams, no. I floated between reality and dream, never resting completely. I was slick between my thighs, crazed inside my head. The whimpers and moans coming from my cracked lips were weighted in pain and desire equally mixed, heavy on my chest.
Dying. It was as dramatic as it could be, but the ache was suffocating to a point I couldn’t rest. I’d never felt something so awful like this.
I wanted to weep into my pillow as much as I wanted to hump it, but it was too ridiculous to even think all this was because I had the female equivalent of blue balls.
The omega equivalent.
I cracked my eyes open when someone opened my door, and my body was bathed in light. The only way I could see that it was Per approaching me was because of the frame of his glasses, until he came to the bed, his cold knuckles over my forehead.
“Do you need another bath?”
I wanted to laugh. And scream. And cry. No, a bath wasn’t going to do it.
“Where’s the doctor?” I croaked out.
Per looked over his shoulder, and after a grumble, Sven came in.
Even in the low light, I could see his severe expression watching me.
He wasn’t wearing a T-shirt, and my eyes traveled down his perfect stomach and all those defined muscles.
He was a doctor, so why the hell did he have to be built like an underwear model?
It wasn’t fair.
“There must be a drug for this,” I told Sven, not even caring to sit up as I talked to him.
His jaw kicked. “No.”
That was all he said, a simple word with nothing else.
This time, I laughed. It came out strange as I shifted in the bed, my legs intertwined with the sheets as if cotton was enough to soothe the ache.
It wasn’t. The cotton of my underwear was soaked through, and it wasn't a barrier strong enough to stop me from feeling like this.
“You need to work on your bedside manner, Doctor,” I taunted him.
“What do you want me to say?” He pushed. “Only a knot will fix this.”
This? I lifted on my elbows, my eyes narrow as I watched him. “You left me like this!”
Sven’s big hand dragged down over his face, and I honest to god moaned looking at those fingers that were inside me.
I caught my lips between my teeth and pushed them down, not scared of breaking skin.
I was so focused on my hate and desire for Sven that I didn’t notice when Per bent over, and only when his thumb pushed down my chin, taking my lip from my teeth did I look his way.
“Please don’t hurt yourself.”
“It hurts,” I whispered. “Why does it hurt? It’s like this ache right inside me. It’s building and building, and I’m feeling so empty, Per. So goddamn empty.”
He hissed and stepped back like he was burned, and raked his hand over his short dark hair, looking at the door. My eyes followed him, and I saw Anders coming in, only in underwear.
“Oh fuck…” I said out loud, rolling my eyes.
That fucker was all muscle and masculinity, in black boxers showing off the outline of his hard cock. I salivated looking at his cock. I didn’t even know I felt that much desire to salivate when I saw another human being crossing the threshold to my room.
The three of them were here now, looking at each other with various expressions of worry. It was like the exorcist scene. I was in bed wriggling and moaning nonsense, but instead of priests, I got some hulky Swedish man the same age as my dad.
Oh yeah, the fact they were my dad’s old packmates did not escape me one bit, but instead of being repulsed, the idea bloomed inside me like a hungry Venus flytrap working its jaw waiting for a meaty fly.
Older man. Jesus, I never was really into them, but the idea.
Fuck, the idea that the three of them were so hard because of me?
I was going to come just thinking about it.
My pain apparently meant very little to them as they argued in hushed voices about what to do with me.
I had an idea or two, and at each passing moment, begging my dad’s friends for cock sounded like the best course of action.
“What about you just fuck me?” I blurt it out.
The three of them turned my way. I guess I never said who I was directing these words to, but I wasn’t picky. Even fuckface Anders would do. If he complained too much, I could sit on his face until he shut the fuck up.
All I needed was for this to end. I was done feeling this ache. It wasn’t right.
“No,” Anders replied too quickly.
I arched an eyebrow at his tented boxers but said nothing. Whatever. He can take care of it by himself, then. My eyes turned to the others.
“It fucking hurts,” I said with more anger than I intended. “If there’s nothing that can be done but that. Do it.”
“Charming,” Sven said, watching me with cold eyes.
Jesus, I was starting to get self-conscious.
I’d never suggest anyone to fuck me like this.
I was a thick girl. While very confident these days, it took me years to love my body, and I wanted to continue loving it.
Not that anyone could take that from me.
Ugh, my brain was scrambled. I didn’t want to be rejected.
That was that. No one likes rejection, right?
My cheeks burned so hard I felt the shame creeping up to my ears. My eyes welled with tears that I absolutely refused to let stream down my cheeks. Fuck them.
“So give me to a pack that will have me.” I pushed myself up onto my elbows.
Words that I never thought I was going to say. I didn’t want a pack, right? No, I never wanted to be with anyone like that, especially three assholes from Lapland.
“No,” Anders roared again.
I sighed. “Is that the only word you know? This is my second language, and I’m more eloquent than you.”
Per chuckled, and even Sven curved the side of his lip. It was a flashback to the first moment I saw him. Just a big-ass blond man coming sexy as hell to me and pushing me to the wall. Damn, the minutes before he knew who I was were glorious.
“We could help her,” Per said.
My eyes flashed to him. “You could.”
“Per…” Sven shook his head.
“She’s in pain! We could just ease the pain a little. You said it’s going to be weeks until we find her pack. Are we going to keep her here for weeks and weeks like this?”
God, no. I didn’t even think I could survive the night, let alone weeks in this agony.
“Per?” I called his name as I licked my lips.
He turned to face me, his eyes searching, and I knew he was going to do it. I knew right in my bones and between my legs.
“Help me.”