Page 70 of Broken Bonds

Inhaling deeply, I bite my lips together to contain the groan that’s threatening to escape. I swallow, terrified to look up.

Forde shifts, pressing his length against me, and I whimper, my hips involuntarily rolling. A shudder rolls down my back and pleasure coils in my core. He groans, sucking in a breath.

“Forde?” I whisper, my core pulsing and my shorts wet with my arousal from my very vivid dream.

A shudder rolls through him, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest. So is mine. I attempt to move away, but he holds me close and his grip on me becomes stronger. The sound of him swallowing captures my attention and his scent seems to grow stronger, drawing me in.

“Everything is okay, Baby Doll. Just… don’t move, okay? You smell…fuck, you smell really good and soneedy.It’s got my instincts going wild, pushing me to take care of you. If you move, I can’t promise not to pin you down,” he says, his tone gravelly.

My breath freezes in my lungs and everything below the waist clenches in silent invitation.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, breath fanning against his throat.

He kisses the top of my head, and I can feel him shake his head.

“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s natural and being pregnant probably only heightens those hormones…” he says, trailing off.

The room grows quiet, so quiet that I can hear the wind howling outside, whistling through the trees. I lie there pressed against Forde, his hard cock sitting perfectly against my aching center, and breathing in his scent, which is doing nothing for how horny that dream made me. My mind is muddled, the effects of my dream still lingering. Lake’s words echo in the back of my mind, and my breathing picks up. I shift and my breath catches.

Forde groans when my movement causes me to brush against him. He mutters something under his breath, but I can’t hear him over the pounding of my heart in my ears.

“You want some help with that, Baby Doll?” he asks, voice coming out strangled. “No strings attached. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” he whispers against the top of my head, hips flexing and making me close my eyes as another zing of pleasure pulses through me.

I bite my lip, my mind, heart, and body all warring amongst themselves.

My heart screams that I’d be betraying my alphas.

My body is begging for me to say yes, the need for release nearly overpowering all rational thought.

And my mind agrees with him. That it doesn’t have to mean anything.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes briefly. When I open them again, I pull back and look up into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and…hope.I spread my legs a little wider, resting my calf on his hip, and watch as his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare as he breathes me in.

“No sex,” I whisper, my heart beating so hard I fear it might burst right out of my chest and run away.

“No sex,” he agrees. “Just let me touch you. Let me make you feel good.”

Another breath. Another beat of silence.

“Okay.”

ChapterTwenty

FORDE

This must be Hell.

Oh, it’s Heaven in its own way, but the amount of control I’m having to exhibit to keep from completely devouring Ramsey is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Sweet, beautiful, perfect torture.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

The last thing I remember is rubbing Ramsey’s legs and feet, watching her fall asleep even though she tried to fight it. She looked so peaceful, her face relaxed and worries forgotten in slumber. It made my soul feel at peace to watch her.

She’s got the cutest little snore, but I’ll never tell her that because she’ll only deny it. But I heard it.

Exhaustion must have taken over me at some point between rubbing her feet and being a creeper as I watched her sleep.

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