“It’s all right,”Imurmur, forcing my voice to stay steady.“Hey…look at me.”
She hesitates, then turns a little more, her gaze meeting mine.
“Are you scared about tomorrow?”Iask, even thoughIalready know the answer.“AbouttheFireDemon?”
She shakes her head, her lower lip trembling.
“No.Or…that’s not all of it.”
I already know why she’s crying—Godshelp me,Iknow.ButIask anyway.
“What is it then?”Iask anyway, my voice rougher now.
“It’s…it’s the curse,” she admits, her voice barely more than a breath.“It’ssobadlately.”
Her words hit me like a blow.
I can smell it on her—stronger than ever, thick and desperate and sweet.Itfills my head…my lungs…my blood.MyDrakesurges at the scent, a low, possessive rumble echoing through me.
“She needs us.Takeher.TakeherNOW!”
His desire is so strong it almost makes me lose control.Itwould be so easy to end her pain—so easy just to roll her under me and spread her thighs…to fill her sweet little pussy with my cock.Shewouldn’t resist—she’d welcome me in,Iknow it.Icould end the pain for both of us…and claim her as my own.
But what would happen ifIchanged the color of her eyes and got her pregnant?Well, then she’d be trapped with me, wouldn’t she?Andthen what would she do if she found out she’d have toBondwith myDrakeas well?
No—Ican’t do it.I’mnot a fucking monster.
My hand tightens on her shoulder beforeIcan stop myself.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,”Irasp.
AndIam.Gods,Iam.ButIdon’t move closer…don’t pull her into my arms.Don’tdo anything except sit there like a coward while she looks at me with those wide, hopeful eyes.
“Please,” she whispers.“Can’tyou help me?”
MyDrakeroars.
“Yes.Takeher.Giveher what she needs!”
I close my eyes for a moment, fighting him—fighting myself—beforeIforce them open again and meet her gaze.Ishake my head.
“I’m sorry, baby—Ican’t.”
The look on her face—Gods.Confusion…hurt…a flicker of something that looks dangerously close to despair.
I force myself to keep going beforeIlose my nerve.
“MyDrake…”Itrail off, my jaw tightening.Idrag a hand through my hair, struggling to find the words.“Hewantsyou.”
“He…wants me?”Shelooks confused.
“Too much,”Iadd roughly.“I’mafraid ifItouch you…”Ibreak off, shaking my head.
I can’t say it.Can’ttell her what he really wants.Howbadly he wants to mount her, to take her, to claim her completely.HowcloseIalready am to losing control.
WhenIfirst met her, it was easy to give her what she needed without going too far.Butthat was before myDrakegot so involved—before he started demanding toBondwith her.Hissexual needs combined with my own are so strongIdon’t trust myself anymore.Ican’t be certain thatIwon’t go too far.
It’s better not to start somethingImight not be able to stop.