Chapter 7
Something was wrong with me.
Obviously, many things were wrong with me, but something new had twisted in my mind. It had been two days since the scientist had injected me and my heart hadn’t stopped pounding since. The fog of rage was back and even Naomi’s presence didn’t pierce the veil shrouding me.
My vision was stained a permanent red, her gentle voice sounded far away and I struggled to keep my focus on her face. I was terrified I was going to lose my last shred of control and hurt her.
I needed to kill something, the urge was itching under my skin like a parasite. Sleep was impossible, rest was a thing of the past. I didn’t even bother to close my eyes at night, I just stared at the blank ceiling and clutched Naomi to my chest like she could protect me from my mind.
She smelled like heaven. The feel of her was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Instincts roiled behind the fog of rage and I clenched my hands against her ribs in frustration.
I didn’t know what to do with a female. Even if I did, I didn’t trust my control.
Holding her soothed me, but if I let my thoughts wander too far into the shape of her body, my pulse would speed up and the haze would thicken.
Ancestors only knew what would happen if I gave in to the urge to touch her and lost my mind completely.
No, it wasn’t safe. I couldn’t risk it, no matter how every cell in my body begged me to.
As if trying to test my limits, Naomi rolled in her sleep, slinging one slim thigh over my hip and nuzzling her face under my chin. I froze as a wave of lust surged over me and my hand hovered over her bare leg.
In this position, my ever-hard cock was nestled in the crook of her thighs, only the thinnest scrap of fabric between us. Her small hands curled between us and she sighed in her sleep, sounding innocent and content while my brain turned into a wasteland of conflicting thoughts.
I wanted to touch her so badly.
Bare skin, soft curves nestled right up next to me, it was the sweetest torture.
Staring at the wall, I let my hand move until my palm rested right below her ribs.
The swell of her steady breathing, her only movement.
I tried to focus on the slow rise and fall, the reminder that she was safe and alive and right next to me, but I couldn’t ignore how soft she felt.
I bit my tongue to control the urge to roll until she was trapped beneath me and let my thumb graze her side. I could allow myself this touch without asking for more. What would it feel like to sink into her, press every inch of her naked skin to mine and lose myself?
Nothing I’d ever experienced compared to the fantasy in my head. I’d taken myself in hand before, boredom and constant hardness made poor companions. But those releases had been unsatisfying, short and somehow wrong compared to the instinct that had driven me to them.
Just being pressed against this female felt a thousand times better than my own hand ever had.
Naomi moaned in her sleep and her leg slipped from my hip, catching my cock between her thighs. I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sensation. Smooth, hot skin, and soft pressure surrounded me.
I was an animal for allowing this to continue while she slept but I’d never felt anything so amazing.
A choked groan caught in my throat when I tried to pull away and her thighs tightened.
My hips thrust without my permission and I gripped the edge of the cot to stop myself from laying hands on her.
She felt so good, it was hard to breathe. Even as I commanded myself to pull away, to wake her and beg for forgiveness using her like this, I couldn’t help but thrust again.
I was destroying the hard won trust between us.
Her scent filled my head, the soft weight of her against my chest overwhelmed my thoughts and I pressed my face to her shoulder and huffed in frustration as I willed my hips to still.
So many years my body had not been mine to control, and even now I was at the mercy of my instincts.
“Carn?” her soft sleepy voice froze me, and when her small hand came up to cup my jaw, I shuddered.
She was awake, in moments she’d be aware and then she’d never let me near her again. I savored every second I had left, even as I waited for her anger.
Fingers twined in my hair as she sucked in a long breath and I gritted my teeth in suspense.
“What are you doing?” The words were what I expected, the curious almost amused tone was not.
I lifted my head and stared down at her. There was just a hint of light, just enough to make out the shape of her face and the bare line of her shoulder. I wanted to explain, I wanted to apologize, but even if I could find the words, she wouldn’t understand.
So instead, I pressed my cheek to hers, shuddered and let my length thrust against her again in explanation.
Despite the circumstance, the pleasure of that movement nearly undid me. But Naomi pressing her thighs together and shivering? That destroyed me.
“Carn,” she breathed, her fingers still caught in my hair, but not pushing me away or yanking in retaliation. No, she pulled me closer, trailed her lips over my chin and caught my mouth in a breathless kiss.
I groaned, twisting until she was under me, my cock still trapped between her thighs, her hands still in my hair and I poured myself into the kiss. Naomi’s hips bucked up, pressing her cunt against the top of my cock.
My breath sawed in and out of my lungs as I fought for control. The warm clasp of her wiped away every thought in my head and it was all I could do not to crush her under me as I pumped furiously over her.
Never had I experienced sensations like this. Pain was the closest comparison I had, but this was beyond any injury I’d ever had. She felt so good, smelled so sweet, the muffled gasps and moans she let out only driving me onward.
My hips stuttered in a burst of short thrusts and I groaned as my seed spilled beneath her. Warm breath fluttered against my throat as Naomi wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close.
I wanted to apologize, to say thank you, to beg to do it all over again. But exhaustion swept over me and I felt myself melting into her embrace. I breathed in her sweet scent and finally fell asleep.