The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: 040: Mini heat

~ RONAN ~

After ensuring that they’ve all left, I open the door to her room and am immediately hit with the full force of her heat scent. It coats my senses in something sweet, intoxicating, and absolutely maddening.

Every instinct I have is screaming at me to go to her, to touch her, to wake her from that misery, to kiss her sweet, addictive lips and assure her I’m right there with her. I want to lick the slick sweetness from her skin, bury myself deep inside her to the hilt, washing away the ache of her heat, and smother her completely with my cock.

Fuck. Just the thought alone has my dick straining painfully against my pants.

Inside my head, Kael is in absolute misery.

’Mate,’ he snarls, his voice raw with need. ’Our mate. She’s calling for us. We need to go to her. We need to claim her—fill her, knot her, breed her until her heat breaks.’

"No," I say firmly, cutting him off before he can finish that thought.

Dr. Elias is standing near a cabinet, preparing something, and he glances at me with an expression that clearly says he understands exactly what I’m struggling with.

"If you’re going to mate with her," he says matter-of-factly, "it would help her get through the heat. Her body is calling for the bond. The heat would ease considerably if you—"

"No," I repeat, more sharply this time.

Elias raises an eyebrow. "Alpha, I understand your restraint, but—"

"She doesn’t consent," I say, my voice carrying the finality of an absolute decision. "She’s not in her sane state. She’s suffering and confused and traumatized. Taking advantage of that, regardless of how much my wolf wants it, would be nothing but greed on my part."

Kael lets out a frustrated growl that vibrates through my entire body.

’You’re torturing us both,’ he snarls. ’She needs this. We need this.’

"Not like this," I say internally, and I mean it with every fiber of my being.

I’m forced to look at her when she lets out a small cry that sounds like pure anguish cry. Big mistake.

She’s curled up on the bed, body drenched in sweat, her skin flushed a deep, feverish crimson that screams of the heat tearing her apart from the inside out. She’s in real pain, physical, agonizing pain, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it without crossing the line I swore I wouldn’t cross.

The last thing I want to do as a sane man is take her while she’s in this state, her skin still raw and injured from what those fuckers did to her. It would be inhumane.

I have every fucking need screaming at me to want her, to claim her, to rut her until the heat breaks... but I refuse. I want her conscious. I want her willing, clear-headed, and hearty when I finally bury myself inside her and make love to her the way she deserves.

"Make it stop," she signs, helplessly. "Please, make it stop. It hurts. Everything hurts."

The pain in her eyes, the desperation in her hands as she signs, the way her body is trembling with need that she doesn’t understand — it’s almost more than I can bear.

I know what a woman in heat feels like. The intensity is almost unbearable, the need for a male overwhelming, the physical sensations so acute that it borders on torture. And she’s experiencing this while still recovering from wolfsbane smoke inhalation, while still traumatized from being kidnapped and tortured just hours ago.

Her next broken whimper nearly brings me to my knees. I clench my fists so hard my nails bite into my palms, fighting the overwhelming urge to crawl onto that bed and pull her into my arms.

I take one shaky step closer, then another. Her scent is thicker in here, sweeter, more desperate. It’s coating my tongue, flooding my veins, making my cock leak and throb against my zipper like it has a mind of its own.

"Fuck... baby, I’m here," I whisper hoarsely, even though every instinct is screaming at me to rip my clothes off and sink into her soaked, aching pussy until she’s screaming my name instead of crying.

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