Page 66 of Unhinged
My hand creeps from his shoulder to his neck, a slow path as if each inch is uncertain— too much and not enough all at once. I feel the hum of his muscles against my fingertips, feel the easy way he breathes even as I grow less steady, more urgent. A whine escapes my lips, a sound of longing I barely recognize, a sound Arrow doesn’t seem to mind as he responds with his own ragged purr.
His fingers twine through my hair, gliding across my jawline. I let myself arch against him, let myself want it. The panic is still there, a nervous tremor under the surface, but the warmth of his body holds it in check.
His scent wraps around me—apple and plum, soft and ripe, grounded by that steady trace of sandalwood. It’s warm, familiar, too comforting for my own good.
I open my eyes, meeting his for the first time since I woke him with my nightmare. It’s all there, everything I don’t want to need, everything I try to convince myself I don’t feel. Arrow gives a half-smile, barely more than a breath.
His hands trace down my sides, skimming over my ribs, pulling a deep shiver from my skin. I dig my fingers into his back, the last remnants of my reluctance and disbelief melting away as his mouth finds mine. His lips brush mine softly atfirst, then deepen with intent, the taste of him lingering like a promise.
My perfume fills the room, strong and needy,and Arrow groans. Shit! I haven’t even thought about my blockers since I’ve been here. I had them at Ike’s, but I doubt they gave them to me when I was unconscious. I haven’t taken them since I was injured. Fuck! The realization hits me like a punch to the gut, but even as it does, I can’t find it in me to care. Not with Arrow’s touch pushing me deeper into ecstasy. I want this. I want him. His taste, like apples and plums, a sweetness I could get lost in, only amplifies the need, the connection that’s been absent for so long. It’s been years since I’ve felt this way, and aside from that night, the one that gave me Judge, I’ve never been with a man.
I don't stop him the way I thought I would. The way I should. I’ve pushed him away before, found reasons to keep the distance between us. Not this time. The past few days have torn down all the space between us, and I’m not ready—not willing—to build it back. His scent, rich and commanding, lingers in the air, tangling with mine.
Arrow’s touch is firm, steady, as he shifts me on the bed. He pulls at the hem of my t-shirt, peeling it over my head, tossing it aside. His gaze is dark, focused on me as he slips my sleep pants down my legs, leaving only my panties. There’s a hesitation, a beat where I feel exposed, but I lift my hips to help him slide them off, leaving me bare before him. I let him. The world narrows down to this. To now. To him. The bond hums faintly beneath my skin. My omega stirs, restless and yearning, answering the pull of his alpha.
He’s careful, as always, but there’s an undeniable urgency in his movements. His hands roam with purpose, but when they reach my side, where the wound still aches, his touch softens. He pauses, his gaze flickering down to the bandage. A tenderness passes through his eyes before he presses a soft, reverent kiss tothe fabric, as if he’s trying to soothe me with just the touch of his lips. His kiss lingers there for a moment, and I shiver, heart fluttering, before he trails up my body, kissing his way along my ribs, over my shoulder, and finally to my lips once more.
We find a rhythm, slow and steady, as if we’re both savoring the moment. There’s no rush, just the soft glide of his hands across my skin, the gentle press of his body against mine. My pulse quickens, but I’m calm—a sense of peace settling over me as we move together. Arrow doesn’t falter, even when my fingers tremble, even when my body still shakes in places.
My fingers catch on his clothes, but I’m clumsy, too desperate to be gentle. He only chuckles, low and rough, his scent thickening in the air. His alpha. My omega. The words rise unbidden, and I shove them down, but the bond pulses stubbornly, refusing to be ignored. Arrow’s eyes darken, the golden hue sharpening with want. His control wavers, though he still moves with purpose. When he helps me free him of his clothes, I can’t stop the sharp intake of breath. He’s perfect.
His body is lean and strong, a tangle of muscle, grace and power. I let my fingers explore, tracing the lines and contours of his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch, the way it moves and flexes and gives. Arrow watches me, his gaze intent and unflinching, absorbing every reaction. I’m wide open beneath his scrutiny, exposed in a way that should terrify me, but it doesn’t, because this is what I want, what I can’t bring myself to push away any longer. He catches my hand as it moves across his stomach, bringing it up to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss along each knuckle, like he’s savoring the moment, like this is something to be cherished.
"Arrow," I breathe, his name almost a plea. I don’t trust myself to say more, to admit the depth of it, how badly I’ve wanted him, how deeply he’s already gotten under my skin. He seems to sense the conflict, the turmoil churning inside me.His thumb strokes the underside of my wrist, soothing, coaxing. He shifts closer, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, banishing the last of the chill, the fear, the doubt.
My heart races as he explores my skin once more, trailing soft, reverent kisses from my collarbone to the swell of my breasts. Each brush of his lips sends sparks dancing along my spine, igniting a fire deep within me that I can’t control. I arch into him, desperate for more of his touch. A soft whimper escapes my lips when he captures my nipple between his teeth, sucking gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“God, you taste so sweet,” Arrow whispers against my skin, his breath hot and ragged, before he dives lower, his mouth trailing downwards like he can’t get enough of me.
His lips skim across the curve of my stomach, a shudder running through me as his hands slide down to my hips. He pauses, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing the sensitive skin there. The scent of me fills the air, heady and intoxicating, and I can’t help but squirm beneath his gaze. His eyes are dark, full of something wild and primal, as if I’m the only thing that matters.
The pressure between my legs tightens as his mouth moves lower still, my body betraying me with the slickness coating my thighs. A soft gasp slips from my mouth, the heat building between us becoming unbearable. Arrow’s hands tighten around my hips, holding me in place, as if he’s determined to take his time with me—his lips trailing across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing but never quite touching where I need him most. I can’t help but writhe beneath him, feeling the intense pull of desire coil tighter inside me.
He settles between my legs again, his body warm and solid against mine, and I gasp as his tongue flicks up and down on my clit, teasing me mercilessly. I arch my back, gripping the sheets as his talented tongue swirls around my sensitive nub.
His hands join the show, sliding up my inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He positions himself between my legs, spreading me open for his inspection. I'm on display for him, vulnerable and aching for more.
His mouth latches onto my swollen clit, sucking it gently at first before applying more pressure. My hips buck against him as he sucks harder, his tongue working in tandem with his lips to drive me wild. His fingers slide inside of me, curling inward to find that perfect spot that makes my toes curl. He knows me so well already, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.
He's relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, alternating between sucking and nibbling on my clit while his fingers work magic within me. The dual sensations are too much to bear, but I don't want it to stop. I'm a whirlwind of sensations, caught in the eye of a storm that Arrow has unleashed within me.
"Oh God, Arrow," I moan, hoarse with need. "More."
He growls in response, taking it as a challenge, and redoubles his efforts. His tongue plunges deeper inside of me now, probing every crevice as if he's mapping out the contours of my very soul. His fingers mirror his actions with the same intensity, stroking and caressing every sensitive part of me until I'm writhing beneath him.
My hips lift instinctively to meet him, and I find myself gripping his hair, desperate for more. He responds with a low growl, his hands tightening on my thighs as he presses deeper, his tongue swirling in a way that makes me whimper.
The pressure inside me finally becomes too much, and I explode, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crash over me. The release is all-consuming, leaving me breathless and trembling. Arrow laps at me with a purring satisfaction, savoring every drop, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes as if to drink me dry. The sound of him purring against me makes my heart race, a primal connection that only deepens the intensityof everything we’ve shared. His hands hold me in place, making sure I feel every lingering, perfect sensation of release before he finally pulls back, his lips kissing up my trembling body.
“Please,” I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. “I need… I need you.”
Without breaking our gaze, he positions his tip at my entrance once more. “Tell me no, Gidge. Tell me we’ve gone far enough.” His words are steady, but there’s an urgency in them that makes my heart race.
I shake my head fervently; there’s no way I can turn back now. “I can't. I won’t,” I whisper fiercely, the truth spilling from my lips like a promise. “Just don’t knot me.”
Understanding flashes across his face before he nods, and in one smooth motion, he surges forward. A whimper escapes me as he fills me completely; it’s a stretch that takes my breath away—a delicious ache eased by the slick between us, making every inch of him glide deeper. I kiss him deeply as he drives into me with slow precision; each thrust ignites a firestorm inside me that threatens to consume all rational thought.
“You’re so tight, omega,” he growls softly against my mouth. “Mine. All mine.”
