Her hope dies as soon as her phone stops working.
It’s completely disabled, only seconds after she sends the text to Doctor Porter.
She knows Erik’s behind it. He has to be.
And he might even be behind the reason Lita wasn’t able to come.
Did he hurt someone else?
She doubles over in the bed, clutching her stomach, breathing through the painful cramps.
She’s a mess. Slick drips down her, sticky and wet. Her body is so flushed that her hair sticks to her forehead.
And she’s aroused.
So. Fucking. Aroused.
Her clit throbs painfully, begging to be touched. Her nipples are hard as diamonds, and entirely too painful as they rub against the rough fabric of her shirt.
She has only one chance left.
And she hopes beyond hope that Doctor Porter is still in the building and can give her a ride out of this hellhole.
And maybe it’s her fever, or her delirium that has her walking an hour later towards the facility, in a trance-like state. Maybe it’s the Heat she’s put off for so long that carries her legs easily, the cold air not affecting her.
Or maybe it’s something deeper.
But by the time she’s past the trees and near the parking lot, she realizes something is wrong.
The power’s blown out there, again.
But sirens fill the air, and the blades of a helicopter overhead snap her back to reality.
And she can smell him, suddenly, his scent entirely too strong for this far outside the building.
He’s escaped.
She turns around, the spell broken, and runs.
PRESENT DAY
Her head throbs. It’s beyond pain; it’s a blade of fire, and even in the darkness of the dusty basement it’s still too bright.
She’s soaked herself through, her pants a sopping mess, slick everywhere.
She sets the knife down next to her as quietly as she can.
Would she even use it on him? Could she?
Don’t hurt Alpha!
But she doesn’t have a lot of options as the wind howls and his scent grows stronger.
She either overpowers him or he takes her.
It’s as simple as that.
But that decision may have already been made for her, because she falls to her side, clutching her stomach, willing herself to breathe as quietly as possible.
She spent her last Heat in isolation, away from any Alphas.
But now her body screams for him, her heart aches for him…
But her mind says no.
She can’t. They can’t.
There’s a thud as objects slam against the wall upstairs. Eyes closed, she prays it’s not the table and chairs she used as barricades.
Please, she thinks. Please go away.
Heavy footsteps walk overhead, and she crawls into the furthest corner of the basement, away from the door.
“Sweetheart.” His voice is low and silky behind the wall. “Are you in here?”
Alpha!
Help me Alpha!
But she bites her tongue, willing herself to stay quiet.
The pain is excruciating, and she huddles into a ball, willing this night to be over.
“Baby. Do I really have to break this door down?”
He’s so calm, his voice so gentle, that she almost gives herself away.
Alpha would make it better.
Alpha could help me.
She screams into the crook of her elbow, desperation and need slicing through her body, her cunt spasming.
Her head pounds in time with her rapidly beating heart.
She barely registers the kicks at the door, instead staring straight ahead into the darkness, his delicious scent growing closer.
She hears him curse, then his powerful arms are around her, hoisting her up. “Sweetheart,” he whispers. “I’m here. You don’t need to be scared anymore.”
“Hurts,” she whimpers, angry at herself for being so weak.
“I know, baby. But I’m going to make it better, okay?”
She loses her balance, falling face first into his chest, but his massive hands reach out, holding her in place. He’s no longer in his prison scrubs, instead he’s wearing a soft sweater and denim jeans.
She drifts in and out of awareness as he leads her back towards the stairs, but he stops to pick something up. “Really? A knife, Ellie?” He chides her. “You should know that wouldn’t be enough to stop me.”
She groans, desperate to stay lucid. “Did you hurt Doctor Porter?”
“Absolutely not,” he says, scooping her into his arms. Her limbs are made of lead and she has no strength to fight him anymore. “He’s a good man. I promise you, he’s unharmed.”
“But what about Lita…”
“A few phone calls. No one is hurt,” he assures her. “You also already told her not to bother, you’re coming back at the end of the week. Honestly, you act like I’m a murderer.”
He chuckles at his joke as he carries her back up the stairs and into the front room. “I can’t ever forgive you for this,” she murmurs.
Laying her gently on the worn couch, he places his lips to her forehead. “You’re burning up. It’s not safe for you to go through your Heat by yourself. Any Alpha could take advantage of. I’m protecting you, sweetheart.”
She could kill him at that moment.
The audacity.
“They’re going to come for you,” she tries again, and she hears him scoff in the darkness.
“Actually, they all think I’m an hour away by now,” he calls, rummaging through the bedroom. “Which gives me ample time to prepare.”
The power switches back on, and the tiny overhead light shines down on her. She tries to move, but her limbs don’t cooperate.
“Time to prepare for what?” She croaks out.
“Your Heat, sweetheart. Are these all the blankets you have?” He walks back into her view and her heart stutters.
He’s disturbingly handsome in the black v-neck sweater that shows off the definition of his muscles. The dark blue denim of his pants is perfectly tailored to his hips and thighs, giving him a polished look. With his dark hair styled, he looks like a model.
It’s not fair.
He repeats his question, but she closes her eyes, refusing to face reality anymore. He takes her hand, his palm engulfing hers, and she sighs against his touch.
No matter how much she hates it, her body calls to him.
She needs him.
Their fingers intertwine, and she hears a soft rumbling sound.
He’s purring for her.
“I’m going to make it better,” he vows, smoothing his hand over her clammy forehead. “I promise.”
“The only thing that would make this better is your disappearing from my life,” she grits out, even as she grips his hand tighter.
He leans over her, his purr growing louder, and scoops her into his arms. “Too late for that,” he sighs. “I’m all in now. I don’t break out of prison for just anyone.”
“Oh, God,” she groans, as he carries her, along with the blankets, back to the bedroom. “How can you make jokes at a time like this?”
His grip on her hardens, his fingers holding on deep enough to bruise. “It’s either that, or I lose control and fuck you senseless. You tell me which way we’re doing this, baby.”
She can’t stop the moan that escapes her, because she wants him. She wants him inside her so badly she might die.
Alpha Alpha Alpha
It’s his cock or perishing in anguish from need.
“After this,” she croaks out, grabbing at his sweater and pulling him down. “We’re done.”
He growls, pressing her deeper against the mattress. “We’ll see, baby.”
