The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: 094: Heat

~ ROSELLE ~

"Just stay with me?" That’s the worst sarcastic joke I could have ever made.

Even with Ronan close, it only makes everything fucking worse. His body heat radiates against mine, his scent wrapping around me like a drug I can’t get enough of. My pussy throbs with a deep, relentless itch that makes me want to shove my hand down there and touch, soothe, and fuck myself until the ache finally stops. The need is unbearable, wet, hot, and empty, like my body is screaming for him to fill me, stretch me, claim me completely.

Tears gather in my eyes as beads of sweat keep oozing across my skin, soaking the sheets beneath me. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping it will do something against the pain or provide some sort of soothing relief for the time being. But it only makes it worse. Every breath feels like fire in my lungs, each movement of my thighs sends sparks of desperate pleasure-pain shooting through my core.

I can bear this... I can...

I keep holding myself, arms wrapped tightly around my middle as the tears streak down my face. My body is shaking uncontrollably now, the heat building higher and higher until I feel like I might combust. The throbbing between my legs is so intense I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I want him. I need him. But the fear, the secret about what Irina told me, the terror of what I might be, keeps me from asking for what my body is begging for.

~ RONAN ~

Her scent is fucking killing me.

Even after last night spent tangled in each other’s arms, she’s suddenly pushing me away. She doesn’t want my help. She doesn’t want me to ease her through this heat tearing her apart. I’m trying to respect her decision, giving her the space she asked for, but she’s terrible at hiding what she truly needs. Those flushed cheeks, the way her thighs press together desperately, those glassy eyes that keep darting away from mine... it’s all a dead giveaway.

I don’t want to be the kind of man who crowds her, but her body is screaming for me.

Kael is losing his fucking mind inside my head.

’Her scent... it’s everywhere,’ he growls, pacing like a caged beast. ’She’s in pain. She’s burning alive for us. Why won’t you do something? She needs her mate!’

His frustration crashes against mine, primal, and desperate, all-consuming. He wants to bury himself deep inside her, knot her, soothe the fire raging through her veins. He can feel her agony through the bond, through the pendant, through every shaky breath she takes. It’s driving us both insane.

’Talk to her,’ Kael snarls. ’Soothe her. Claim her. She’s ours. Don’t just stand there like a fool—help our mate!’

I clench my jaw, fighting every instinct to cross the room and pull her into my arms.

"Rose..." My voice comes out rough, gravelly with the battle raging inside me. "You don’t have to do this alone. Let me help you. Please, baby."

She shakes her head, but her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, her body trembling visibly. The thick, sweet scent of her arousal floods the room, making my cock throb painfully against my pants. Kael howls in my skull, the sound reverberating like thunder.

’She’s suffering! Do something, Ronan!’

I take one slow step closer, my hands fisted at my sides. "I can see it, Rose. You’re hurting. You’re aching for me. Let me take care of you. Let me make it all better."

Her breath hitches sharply. For a heartbeat, I think she might finally give in. But she bites her lip harder, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks as she shakes her head again.

Kael’s frustration melts into a desperate whine. ’Please... she needs us. Don’t let her suffer like this.’

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