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“Come for me, my beautiful boy,” I said as I lifted off, then I was sinking back over him until my mouth was full of this gorgeous omega.
His grip tightened, hips jutting up again as his entire body trembled. Then my name fell from those sweet, plump lips, low enough it was just for me.
All mine.
His cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed down every sweet and tart drop, savoring the taste as I soaked through my own panties.
When he sank back against the sheets, his grip loosening, I gently licked over every inch of him, cleaning him up before tucking him back into his pants, pulling on my shirt and leaving my bra, and climbing back into place in his arms.
“You did so good for me, Ansel,” I praised, soaking in the feel of his warmth and listening to his heart beat frantically in his chest.
“Let me help you,” he offered but I shook my head.
“Next time. That was everything. Just soak it in, feel it, know you’re safe here with me.Youare enough.”
He held me tight as he let those words soak in. He trembled under me, soft tears flowing down his cheeks as he let the feelings settle into his being, the way they did to mine.
We might be broken and lost, but maybe little by little we were finding ourselves in each other.
Chapter Sixteen
Kane
My eyes stayed locked on the portrait I’d painted yet again. The features had morphed from before, as if two people were melding together on the page.
I could easily tell where the line was drawn. Audrey’s features were melding withhers.
The lady that plagued my nightmares and dreams.
Her face wouldn't leave me.
Yet, Audrey seems to chase them away.
Maybe it was our proximity or the way her omega scent surrounded me like a protective blanket, but she was starting to wake me up out of this half-life I’d been living in.
The nightmares were worse now, but the days were better.
I felt more like… me.
It was like meeting a new person. I started to remember small facts about myself, little nuances that had been lost to time.
I used to love watching movies and taking hikes. Being active and playing sports through school kept me out of the house, something that was… important. Though, I wasn't sure why.
That line of memories, apparently, wasn’t ready yet. Maybe I didn’t even want to know. Because I knew as well as anyone here, that not every memory was a good one.
The art therapy teacher said something but I had to move away. I was up on my feet and out the door, ignoring her protests.
My new meds made me jittery. It felt like there was a buzzing under my skin, rolling through me constantly and making me have to fidget or move.
I fucking hated it.
Evening was descending on ARC, lining the already dim halls with even more shadows.
The only one that was spared was the atrium that stayed lit as night nurses settled in.
Movement to the side had me stopping, the flash of blonde hair disappearing into the conservatory.
For a moment I stood there, debating. Then I found myself following her, winding through a group of nurses, pausing at the door like I was dazed, listening in when they mentioned the missing girl.
