Chapter 74 Her everything
BRYNNE
When I wake up, our limbs are tangled.
Her breath fans my face, while her knee lodges between my thighs, and her arm locks around my waist like she wants me here forever. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m in no haste to pull away.
She’s soft. Soft and too hot.
No, wait. That’s not normal. I pull away, hissing when the back of my palm meets her forehead. She’s burning up. I stumble to the bathroom, grab a bowl, and fill it with cold water. Draping the towel over my shoulder, I return to the room. Setting the bowl down, I dip the towel inside it, wring and place it on her forehead to cool her temperature.
It doesn’t work. I try again. Jade swore by it, but it’s not working.
What the fuck? What if Soma dies? I touch her neck, and it’s as hot as the rest of her. She can’t stay here. I almost stumble in my hurry to reach the bathroom.
The solution is simple. A bath. Why didn’t I think of that? I fill the tub with cold water and rush back to the room. She’s still under the covers, but a groan rumbles in my chest when I pull her out. Her nightwear was made for privacy with its thin straps and deep V that reveals the swell of her breasts.
Keeping my eyes away from her chest, from the outline of her nipples against the silky fabric, I carry her to the bathroom and lower her into the tub. But when I try to leave, her fingers catch in my shirt.
“Soma,” I mumble.
But she doesn’t let go. If she were awake, she might riot, but since she’s not, I slide in behind her. Water soaks my clothes in seconds, and my cock reacts with a familiarity that should have made me ashamed. Instead, I grow too self-aware of her. Of her scent.
Her everything.
Has her ass always been this supple and firm? Or her breasts this full? And her hips this wide? I hold her tight, her back warm against my chest. My eyes shut, like the temptation will reduce if I can’t see her. It’s difficult, but holding her is all I do. Seconds blur into minutes, and her temperature falls to a calming warm.
Convinced she has survived any potential damage to her health, I strip, then rid her of the wet nightwear. A few minutes later, I haul us out of the tub and drape a towel over our bodies and another one around my neck for her hair.
The walk back to the room is slow and torturous. I sink into the chair by the dresser, using one hand to wrap the second towel around her hair. She moans, but that’s all.
Satisfied with the towel wrap, I start for the bed with her tucked safely in my arms. James purrs at the skin-to-skin contact, but I know he’s just horny because he’s so close to a naked woman. Lowering her onto the bed, I stiffen when my eyes fall on her body.
Numerous scars of various sizes and shapes line her skin. Most of them are faded, hinting at how old they are. Many of us fight all the time, but we have no scars because our wounds heal almost immediately.
Kade said someone hit her. These scars appear to have been intentionally inflicted to serve as a reminder. How many came from her aunt or even her cousins?
Those two have stopped by the palace long enough for me to know a few things about them. Proud, haughty, and quick to hit anyone beneath them. Almost like their mother. Helen is not royalty, but Father respects her, and Lilith tolerates her.
My knees buckle without my permission, and I sink to the bed. Again, I act without thought, my fingers tracing a long scar beneath her breasts. It looks like someone used a knife to carve a line there. Being an omega means Soma is already weak, but it’s not out of place to assume she’s weaker now because of the treatment she suffered from her cousins and aunt.
They bullied her all her life, but I’m not much different from them. Mine might not have been this physical, but I’ve contributed to her hurt. Her last words to me in the dancing hall are another reminder.
I hate you.
As I reach for another scar, Soma’s eyes open. I pull away quickly. She blinks slowly, her eyes glazed like she’s still in that state of half-wakefulness.
Her hand reaches up to cup my cheek, buttressing my theory that she’s not fully in control. The real Soma would have spat at me or run to the other side of the room. She leans forward, too deliberate with her actions, and her lips skim mine.
“Somi,” I croak out.
“Come,” she whispers.
Because I’ve proven to have no self-control where she’s involved, I fall again. I climb onto the bed, but she doesn’t allow me to fully settle. Her mouth captures mine, and I cave, my body crushing hers beneath me.
Soma gasps against my lips, pulling me closer like she wants to enter my skin. When I try to withdraw, her hand slips behind my head, and I surrender. This time, I don’t hold back. I kiss her back, taking the lead and sliding my tongue inside her mouth.
Her soft moans encourage me to continue. I’m not sure what I’m doing or if this is right, but her arousal hits, intoxicatingly sweet, and I forget about consent and other things. My hand slides between us, cupping her breast and stiff nipple. She whimpers, her fingernails sliding down my back before she cups my ass and squeezes.
“Somi,” I whisper.
She responds by arching her body into my palm, our lips still locked while my fingers dance around her nipple. I drag my fingers between her thighs. She didn’t shave, but she trimmed that area. I slide in, growling against her lips at the wetness that pools in her pussy.
My goodness. She’s not just wet, she’s dripping. Ready for my cock. Is this what Lilith meant by Soma needing my assistance? I break the kiss, my head dropping to pull her nipple into my mouth. Her nails scrape my body, and a muffled cry escapes her. I switch between her nipples, teasing her clit without allowing my fingers too deep inside her. I want it to be my cock. But I also want her to beg for it before I let it happen. I want to see her face when she takes me.
Since she’s not fully conscious, I lace our fingers over her head, ignoring how torturously my cock pulses from being outside her. My spit leaves a wet trail over her nipples before I drag my tongue down the space between her breasts.
Goosebumps break out on her skin, letting me know how much she wants this. My mouth stops short of her pussy, and I flick my tongue over her swollen clit. She makes a sound, which I translate to be my name. Another reminder she might be half-conscious yet still wants me.
The flat of my tongue rests over her pussy. I wait a maximum of two seconds for any resistance before I push past her slick folds, letting the tip of my tongue dive inside. She cries out, her hands slipping from my grip. Her pussy leaks with the evidence of her arousal. As I lap on them, her fingers curl in my hair.
Soma makes a sound, probably my name, and pulls at my hair. I take it as a sign to go hard and allow a finger inside her.
Her body jerks forward, pushing my finger deeper into her. She trembles, her nails digging into my scalp. Shivers course through her. Her cries grow louder, and she tenses.
As she hits her climax, a hoarse cry leaves her mouth. Our gazes meet, and I run my tongue over my slick lips, letting her know she tastes good even while sick. Her eyelids flutter as she tries unsuccessfully to fight off the sleep. She tugs on my hair once, another man’s name falling out of her before she succumbs to the darkness.