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“It’s all set up,” he says cryptically. “All you have to do is finish your tea.”
“That’s not a hardship,” I murmur, warm feelings of comfort washing over me. This is more care than I’ve been giving myself, mostly because functioning at all before they got here would have been difficult for me.
There’s too much bouncing around my head now, and the thought of a therapist makes me want to break out in hives. Trusting people paid to “fix me” isn’t in my wheelhouse right now.
I think I’d much rather break shit.
Chapter Nineteen
LARS
She’s looking at me funny.I’m not sure what’s going on, but she keeps gazing at me from underneath her lashes as she sips her tea. It’s not just me though…It’s both Caleb and I.
She also smells really fucking good. I want to tease her some more about how well Tyde took care of her, but the thought of it is making my cock hard. Every breath is currently torture, and when she finally sets her tea cup down, I pick it up and wash it.
My brother sees my desperate glance at him and claps his hands to get her attention.
“You’ll need snow boots for this, and warm clothing,” he says with authority.
“So bossy,” she mutters.
As Nova walks away, I hear her mumble, “Eat a dick, Caleb,” and smirk in response.
“She’s such a brat,” Caleb says.
“I’m hoping the cold kills my erection,” I grunt. “Just a little frostbite, you know?”
My brother hides a smile behind his hand before flicking me off as I shrug. I’m only slightly serious as I adjust myself with a wince. My jeans are not liking me right now. I should have worn sweatpants to work, but I don’t like to look like a walking, talking slut.
My dick definitely makes its presence known.
Walking over to Nova when she comes out like a version of a toddler about to tip over from too many layers, I shake my head.
“Change your jacket or you won’t be able to swing your arms,” I murmur.
Walking her back into her room, I find a less padded jacket and help her change into it. Her scent is more pronounced here, as is Tyde’s raspberry chocolate.
Please, just kill me now. Pulling out a pair of mittens that aren’t as thick that I bought for her, I pull off the ones she’s wearing to switch them out.
“Lars,” she says, her voice heavy and rough. I hate the thought that she cried so much alone.
My index finger pushes her chin up until her heavy lidded gaze meets mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my lips to brush against hers.
Nova whimpers as she lifts up onto her toes to chase my lips, and I don’t know what to do. I know she’s hurting, is it the right move to give this to her or should I make her talk about it?
In an act of absolute lunacy, I decide to think like Tyde. He may have an inside look at her mind, but he keeps telling me not to push her away.
Instead, I press my lips against hers and begin to devour them. My tongue insists on entrance, and once she gives it to me, I flick and tease her as her fingers curl around my biceps.
“This isn’t a no,” I whisper, “we’re just pausing before I throw you onto your bed and have my way with you.”
Nova drags a breath into her lungs, her pupils beautifully blown. “What way is that, Alpha?”
Fuck.Dropping the mittens, I do something that I’m dying to do. My hands grab her ass and lift her until she’s wrapping her legs around my waist, and I press her against the wall. My motions are controlled, because I’ll be goddamned if I bang her into it. Instead, my fingers thread into her tangled hair and I kiss her again, allowing her to feel how much I want her.
“Knot deep inside your sweet pussy,” I growl against her lips. “You’re beautifully infuriating, and I want to watch you break apart on my cock.”
