Chapter 92 BONUS CHAP. 5 - CLEO'S HEAT II
\-BLAYNE'S POV-
"What the hell are you doing here?" She retorted, giving me those knife\-slicing eyes. Obviously, she was still holding on to an unnecessary grudge over the arrest.
Technically, she was not a prisoner here. The cells were to keep her safe until we caught the psychopath who was killing our pack members. It was Alpha's orders that she had to be detained. I had no choice in the matter. Cleo knew this, yet she punishes me for it.
"It's time for your heat and I came to keep you company." I brushed my brown fringes back, waiting for her next words.
She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized my physique. Teal- colored button-front shirt, black jeans, and black and white
sneakers. The bad boy look was my style and will never change. Her inspection makes me nervous, considering that I'm a hellish killing machine.
"Stay out there and don't come in here." She rolls her eyes and waves her index fingers at me like she was my warden.
Sullen, I retreated to stand in front of her cell and sighed, then leaned against the concrete column, watching her closely through the curtains. "I'll be here all night."
"Who the fuck cares?" She sings with disdain and goes to sit on the chair positioned in the center of the back wall.
As the hours ticked by, I endured the most awkward and disconcerting period of silence in my whole life. Cleo reads her book and doesn't spare me a glance. I hated being ignored and it felt like I was riding solo. It was midnight when the book fell from her hands and she crouched over on the chair, clenching her fist. The sweet honey scent of her arousal spiked, vaping the air.
The heat begins.
"Urgh!" She groaned, bending forward on the chair.
Fishing the keys out of my pocket, I intended to open the cell door. Worry rocketed. The excruciating pain she was feeling was infectious
to me.
"Don't come near me!" She warned, trying to withstand the pain and falling to the ground, crawling to the nest of soft sheets on the floor.
"Go to her now!" My wolf urged me to shun her words. I fished the bottle of pills from my pocket and pushed my hand through the gap of the silver bars. "I've got some medication from Dr. Stone that will relieve some of the symptoms."
Attempting to get up, she got on all fours. Her head lifted to look at me, pleading. "Blayne." It was a whisper that slipped out of her juicy lips. She tipped over sideways and curled like a fetus.
That was all it took for me to open the cell door and rush to her side.
"It hurts." Her hands extended and welcomed me into them, clinging around my neck.
"I'll take care of you," I promised, and retrieved the tablets that Dr. Stone gave me.
My wolf debated, "Get rid of the damn pills. This is our chance to be with her." He clawed at my mind. "Her body feels good on us." I pushed him back and put two of the capsules on Cleo's tongue. She swallowed. He protested. "Stupid human, I want my mate."
I gently placed her head on the pillow. Tenderly unclasping her iron finger grip from my shirt, I got up and walked to the small table where water and snacks were stationed. I poured a glass of water and handed it to her after slipping beside her.
"Thank you." She breathed out as I helped her to erect herself, and slowly fed her the water. She gulped it down.
"Our pack doctor recommended it," I explained confidently. "They should help you to sleep through the heat."
I stroke her hair tenderly. I could look at her all day. Since I met her, there has been not one night where she did not creep into my dreams.
"Good girl," I praised her when she finished drinking. She glared at me. Then she lay down on the bed padding, staring at me and hugging herself.
When I attempted to move, she grabbed my shirt. Lust coated her eyes and she pulled me to her. I rested the glass on the floor and stretched out the full length of my body to lay with her. My wolf felt relaxed in contentment.
Her head sank into my chest with heavy inhalation, feasting on my scent. My hands encircled her waist. Gradually her arousal seeped out. Pheromones permeate the cells. High-strung, my wolf perked up, sniffing the air. The battle between us was about to begin.
Fighting your wolf is never a smart idea. It throws off our symbiotic relationship and saps our power and potential. Tonight was the exception. For I know he would treat her aggressively based on his nature. It would not be his intention to harm her, but wolves thought on an animalistic level rather than humans who had to consider all
factors.
He burglarized the lock I had on him and repeatedly came dangerously close to taking control. He prowls around my brain like a thief in the night, seeking the perfect opportunity to snatch my consciousness from me. It was when Cleo drifted into a slumber that he plopped down on his belly, defeated and grimacing.
Cleo woke up after two hours of passing out on my chest. At first, a little disorientation muddled her, before she recalled where we were. "Are you thirsty?" I inquired with eagerness to cater to her needs.
"No." She pulled herself out of my arms and rolled over with her back to me.
My chest tightened from the distance. The tactile pleasure vanished and I felt shunned. It was conceivable that Dr. Stone could be right. The advice was that a woman respected a man more when everything was not about her body. It irked me. My wolf disagreed with the decision not to touch our mate. Our will required all the concrete that it could get to stand strong and tall, because her body type spoke to me in the language of lust. Solid hard was my cock, awakened to the siren of her pheromones.
On the first night, she took the medication. I fed her and bathed her in the ice water. Luna Sianna and Keisha stopped by to check on us while Cleo was sleeping. They brought additional clothes, food and supplies. Sianna gave me two thumbs up, while Keisha smirked approvingly. Then they left after validating that I was managing fairly well.
It was the second night when all hell broke loose.