Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Does Your Body Wet For Him?

The transport glided onto the elevated highway. Outside, the downpour had intensified into a blinding grey sheet, but inside the pressurized cabin, the only sound was the sharp, rapid clicking of Jannah’s teeth.

The premium climate control was blasting dry, high-grade warmth into the space, but it was useless against the deep, systemic chill that had settled into Jannah’s bones. Her sweater and skirt were completely waterlogged, holding the freezing moisture of the Forest directly against her skin like a second coat of ice. She curled her knees tightly toward her chest, pressing her spine harder against the passenger door, her entire frame shivering so violently that her shoulders jumped with every breath.

As the violent trembling racked her body, her jaw clamped down involuntarily, her teeth catching the raw, swollen edge of the internal neuro-vascular wound she had inflicted upon herself the night before to escape his touch. A sharp, metallic sting of blood burst across her palate. She sucked in a ragged breath, her knuckles turning translucent white as she clutched her arms, desperately trying to friction-rub some semblance of heat into her skin.

Dorrent watched her from the periphery of his vision. His hands rested lazily on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, his eyes tracking the erratic, pathetic bouncing of her silhouette against the dark window glass. Just an inch away from his left thigh, draped casually over the center armrest, sat his executive overcoat—a thick, premium cashmere garment that radiated the heavy, comforting scent of his personal wardrobe.

He didn’t offer it to her. He didn’t move a single finger to slide the fabric across the gap. His S-tier pride, still burning from the humiliating rejection in her bedroom wanted her to break. He wanted this stubborn, defiant little omega to turn her head, look him in the eyes, and beg him for the warmth he controlled.

But Jannah didn’t look. She refused to give the executioner of her lineage the satisfaction of her voice. She kept her eyes locked on the blurred highway lines, her mind fiercely repeating the medical properties of the Somnus Root resting in her pocket, anchoring her sanity in her planned vengeance.

When the shivering grew so severe that her vision began to blur and her breaths turned into short, dazed gasps, her survival instinct finally bypassed her resolve. Without speaking a word, her trembling left hand reached across the center console, her fingers clawing at the soft cashmere of the extra coat to pull it over her frozen chest.

Before her fingertips could secure the hem, Dorrent’s large hand shot out, snatching the coat completely off the armrest and tossing it into the vacant rear seats of the transport with a reckless, dismissive flick of his wrist.

"What are you doing?!" Jannah choked out, her voice cracking as she finally snapped her head around to glare at him, her eyes flashing with pure fury through the damp strands of her hair. "Give it to me! I am freezing!"

"If you are freezing, little physician, you are using the wrong resource," Dorrent purred, his deep voice dropping into a thick, lazy register that instantly crowded the warm air of the cabin. He didn’t look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the dark road ahead, but his Alpha pheromones expanded aggressively, filling her senses with his scent. "You don’t need a piece of fabric. You can simply use my body heat to warm yourself."

Jannah’s mind reeled in absolute horror, her heart hammering a frantic, chaotic rhythm against her ribs. The graphic scripts from the ancient historical ledger she had read hours ago in the library flashed behind her eyelids like a neon warning. An absolute monopoly of the flesh. The book had been clear: her virginity had initialized a biological lock within his neural system. Every inch of her skin he saw, every intimate contact they shared, would only deepen his pathological madness for her frequency. If she stripped off her clothes right now, if she allowed his radiating chest to press against her bare, wet skin, her own weak, compromised omega biology would betray her logic within seconds. They would end up completely pinned in each other’s sweat, fucking furiously against the leather seats of the transport while he tore away her remaining defenses. She couldn’t let him get close. She couldn’t let him establish any more intimate data.

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