Page 40 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
Instinctively, I bury my face in his neck, my tongue rakingalong it.I moan at the taste of his skin, my legs wrapping around him.“You’re burning up,” he tells me, however, by the tone of his voice, he sounds worried.
“You smell different, too,” he purrs, gripping my hair, and tilting my head to the side, he runs his nose along my neck to the back of my ear.He grabs my face, prying my top lip up.
“No canines, though?”he murmurs thoughtfully, shaking his head.He moves, and my ears ring, the room spinning.“Emery?”he murmurs.Suddenly, I see the ceiling, and I know I’m falling, but I don’t hit the ground, at least I don’t think I do because I feel no pain when the darkness takes me.
The sound of water sifts through my sudden deafness, then the trickle of water running down my face makes me gasp when some gets in my mouth and nose.I lurch forward, my hands clutching the sides of the bathtub.A strong hand pulls me back, forcing me back against a warm chest.
“For some reason you’re going into heat, that shouldn’t happen until after you’ve shifted unless your wolf is distressed.”
“Heat?”I squeak.
“You’ll be fine, it must be my proximity so close to your shift.It’s your wolf wanting to come forward.Your wolf is forcing the heat cycle earlier, and trying to force the shift,” Dion explains.I don’t like the sound of that.Because that means my assumptions were correct in thinking taking the Belladonna on my shifting moon, means I’ve made her distressed.
“You can’t mate me without my wolf,” I panic.
“I know, so I need to keep your temperature down until you shift.Heats can kill, you go into full on heat before your wolf arrives–” he pauses, not finishing.
“What?”I ask, staring at him, panicked.
“Nothing, we’ll keep your temperature down; it’s nearly nighttime, the moon will show soon enough, we can hold out a few hours.Once she comes, I can take care of your heat and mark you.
“What do you mean take care of it?”I ask nervously, feeling like that’s probably something best left unsaid.
He takes a deep breath and rubs the back of my neck, “I need to make sure your heat cycle has been appeased without mating you,” he explains simply.
I bite my lip but agree with him, anyway.He doesn’t lookhappy though, his brow is furrowed in worry as he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily, exhaling sharply before staring down at me again.
We slowly sink into the bathtub together, Dion holding me against him, gently keeping an eye on the temperature.Occasionally he turns on more cold water when it heats too much due to my rising temperature and our body heat.
We don’t leave the bathroom.Dion’s arms wrap around me as I sweat out the fever caused by the Belladonna.
However, Dion grows increasingly anxious once midnight passes, constantly checking his watch.
“Why aren’t you shifting?”he murmurs more to himself than me.I say nothing, knowing exactly why, but I can’t tell him that.As more time passes, the pain eases, my fever eventually breaks, but I can feel the tension in the room.He’s angry, or maybe just disappointed.But I feel nothing but relief.
I didn’t shift, which means I can still find a way out of this.Dion’s grip around me tightens as he stands, pulling me with him.I glance at him questioningly but don’t say anything.
He does his best to hide his feelings, but I can sense the restrained fury radiating off of him.He helps me out of the bathtub and dries me off, taking care not to touch my skin too much.
“Let’s get you dressed,” he snaps.
I follow him into the bedroom and dress in silence while Dion paces back and forth across the length of it.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity gone by, Dion stops pacing and turns toward me with fire burning in his eyes.
“You didn’t shift,” he growls through gritted teeth.I swallow, wary of his temper.“This is your fault, from taking the sleeper pills.”
“No, you made me take them, and knew I didn’t wantto.You forced me!”I snap angrily, not wanting to remember my near-death experience.Being with Dion is like constantly knocking on death’s door in more than one way.
“Because I knew you were up to something!”he snarls, his eyes flickering.
“More reason to make me drink it?”
He growls, muttering something unintelligible.
I know I need to tread carefully now.One wrong word and Dion’s temper could get the better of him – again.
“I’m sorry, okay?”I can feel the tension in the room palpably, like a thick fog we are both wading through.An unspoken anger simmers between us, and I don’t know how to douse it.Dion’s eyes bore into me, his gaze intense.
