Page 22 of The Alpha's Arrangement
There are so many questions. I probably should have asked before agreeing to be Carter’s mate, but when it comes down to it, the pull to him is too strong. There really wasn’t a choice in the matter. He is it, and my gut knows that. It just took my mind a bit longer to catch up.
As I think of Carter, my mate, the bite mark on my neck tingles, and my need drives me once again.
The burn intensifies to the point of pain. My knees buckle, and I fall hard to the floor. With a groan, I rest my overheated body on the kitchen floor, loving the cold tile as it helps lessen the heat thumping through my body. I roll my forehead along the floor, hoping for some relief there, as well.
I should have listened to Carter instead of coming down here, but hell, it feels like I’ve woken the man up every few minutes. This has really been the first time we slept. However, as I lie here on the floor, groaning, I wish I had. I wish I would’ve nudged him so he could help me take care of this. Now I’m all the way in the kitchen, and I’m not sure I’ll make it up the stairs to get to him.
My breathing increases as my insides contract and release, each time harder than the one before. Sweat pours from my face onto the floor as I wrap my arms around my waist. This is surreal—being in this much pain because of an orgasm. And it doesn’t stop. Carter reassures me it will, but that moment isn’t now.
Footfalls come from the stairs.
“Izzy?” Carter calls.
“Here.” I hate that my voice is so damn pained, but there’s no masking it.
The steps become louder.
“Shit.” Carter scoops me up into his arms, the tightness of his hold providing a small bit of comfort. “Told you to wake me up, baby.”
“You were sleeping.”
“Hence the wake me up part of the conversation.”
“It hurts,” I groan out as he sits on the couch and moves me to straddle his lap, my core burning. He was right about the no panties and how they’d get in the way. Luckily, I listened to this bit of advice; therefore, he slides right inside of me and the pain instantly dulls.
“I think we’ll just stay exactly like this until it passes.”
Carter chuckles, but I find nothing about this funny.
When he grips my hips, picks me up, and slams me back down, all thoughts dissipate. The only thing I can do is feel. And Carter makes me do that, repeatedly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“CARTER ?” I CALL OUT, TAPPING HIM HARD ON HIS ARM AS WE LIE IN BED. I HATE THAT I HAVE to wake him, but this pain I’m experiencing is different.
“Yeah?” His voice is groggy.
“Something’s happening to me.” Inside my head, there is a push and pull, like it’s warring against itself. Each thought is like a lead bullet in different parts of my brain. Holding my head in my hands doesn’t help. The ache between my legs isn’t like it was before. Now it’s my head that’s the problem.
“What’s wrong?”
“My head … It hurts bad.”
Carter reaches over and grabs his phone. I want to yell at him for making a phone call at a time like this, but then I hear his words.
“Doctor, get to the house now. She’s changing and needs meds.” He clicks the phone off then turns toward me. “He’ll be here in five minutes. You’re changing, Izzy. He’ll give you something to help. I promise you’ll feel so much better in a little while.”
I groan, hoping like hell he’s right.
Soon, the doctor is there, checking me out and giving me meds. Whatever he gives me instantly helps the throbbing.
“Where were you when all the sex was happenin’?” I quip.
The doctor chuckles, but it’s Carter who speaks.
“No one comes near my mate when she’s in heat. Ever.”
“Will I go into heat often?”
