Page 39 of Lost Touch
“Knot me again, Drew,” I whispered. “Come on.”
With a deep groan and without any hesitation at all, Drew rolled me onto my belly, arm still clamped around my chest, shoving me face-first into the pillows. I gasped for air as he pounded into me without mercy, like I’d stripped away the last of his ability to hold himself back.
It didn’t last long, but I still felt like I’d been taken by a hard, irresistible whirlwind, my head spinning and my pliant body helplessly shoved up the bed and down into the mattress.
The rush of heat inside me and the unrelenting pressure of his knot forcing its way in didn’t take me by surprise this time, and I canted my hips up as much as I could to make room for him. With one last thrust, Drew lowered himself down, surrounding me completely.
I closed my eyes and melted into the bed.
Even if hurt had been on the menu for me, nothing could have done it right then. Not with Drew all around me and filling me like that.
I could’ve stayed like that forever. Those birds who’d been messing around outside the window earlier were back, cheeping and squeaking and rustling. Drew’s head rested next to mine on the pillow, his breath ruffling my hair. His arm still pressed into my chest, cradling me to his. A wind-blown branch knocked gently against the side of the house, hypnotic and soothing. Mmm. I could sleep again.
From a few feet away, some pop star started screaming about her ex-boyfriend, accompanied by a heavy beat and something that sounded like an air-raid siren. I yelped at a higher pitch than the singer, startling enough to jostle Drew and tug on his knot, making him grunt and me yelp again at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Drew said, and pushed up on his arms. “That’s Alyssa’s ringtone. She programmed it into my phone, not me,” he added a little defensively.
“Turn it off,” I moaned, trying to get my arms up so I could wrap the pillow around my head. “It hurts.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Drew leaned over, holding himself up with one arm while he tugged the other out from under me to fish around by the bed. “Shit. I can’t quite reach it.”
“It doesn’t physically hurt. It hurts my soul,” I muttered, and buried my face in the pillow again.
At last it cut off.
And then started again.
Drew cursed and lunged precariously off the bed, dragging me with him by his knot, and I screeched and flailed. “Sorry, fuck, sorry,” he gasped, caught himself barely in time, and landed on top of me again, phone in hand and ringing right in my ear.
I let out a sigh of relief as the ringing—and the pulling—finally stopped, cut off by Drew’s gruff, “What the hell?”
A second later, I went as stiff as a board, horror tingling down my spine, as it dawned on me that Drew had answered the phone.
While he had his cock and his knot stuffed inside me and we were tied together inextricably.
Oh, yeah, and he was talking tohis sister.
The astronauts on the International Space Station could’ve seen me blushing, and the blood pounded in my ears.
It took a second for me to realize I could hear her side of the conversation too, since Drew had propped himself only a few inches above me. Tinny and faint, but audible.
“…have a problem,” she was saying. “Uncle Boyd invited them weeks ago, pretty much as soon as we found you, but he didn’t tell anyone until this morning. I don’t know what the hell he’s thinking. Maybe he wants to force you into breaking your mate bond, but—”
I lifted my head off the pillow, staring open-mouthed at the headboard in shock.
Force Drew to break the mate bond…that didn’t exist in the first place. And the people who’d been invited, they must be the woman Drew’s uncle wanted him to mate with and presumably her family.
I’d lost the thread of the conversation again, their words fading in and out like a poorly tuned radio.
“…isn’t fucking happening,” Drew barked. “Not a fucking chance! I don’t fucking care what he thinks he can force me to do, but—”
“Stop cursing at me, you’re such a fucking asshole,” Alyssa snapped, a little hypocritically in my opinion, but no one had asked me. About any of this, come to think of it. “This isn’t my fault, and I’m the only one who’s bothering to give you a heads-up, so you’re fucking welcome!”
“Look, I’m sorry this is so inconvenient for you,” he said with heavy sarcasm, “but I told Mom we needed a month. It hasn’t even been three weeks! So she’s going to have to deal with it without me. I’m not making nice with them, and that’s fucking final.”
My head dropped back down again as black spots swam in my vision. Yeah, that was going to fly.
“No,” Alyssa said flatly. “You know damn well you’re not getting out of this. You know what would happen, Drew! We’ll tell them you’re mated, but if you don’t even show to shake hands and apologize and try to backpedal? This could be a pack war. You bit some random little insignificant human when they were starting to write up contracts already. This isn’t just about what Uncle Boyd wants. All of us are caught up in this. I didn’t think you’d forget that.”
