Page 67 of His Curse
We sit in silence for a while, me processing all of this shit, Lark wincing in pain periodically and causing my blood pressure to spike in fun little increments.
This is so fucked up, so incredibly fucked up, and I hate myself for putting Lark in a situation to even know a place like that exists, let alone experience it first hand.
Goddamnit, I am such a bastard.
There is no way I can ever make it up to her, not enough groveling to make this right, and I doubt even my love for her is good enough at this point.
It never really was in the first place, especially considering my curse that will be with me forever.
"Look, if that's all you needed me from I'd like to get back.” Lark gets to her feet but sways, nearly staggers and grabs onto the nightstand tightly. "I'm not feeling so hot right now and I should try to lay down."
With a nod and a pain in my chest like no other I've experienced before, I get to my feet as well. "Yeah, sure. I can—”
Lark doubles over and clutches her stomach, almost folds in half completely as she whimpers in pain, but when I go to help her and try to get her upright, something else happens instead.
My fucking dick goes rock hard in two seconds flat, and my knot decidesnowis the time to jump into action.
Definitely not a good reaction to have when my mate clearly wants nothing to do with me.
But she lurches again, Lark’s fingers digging into her sides, arms pressed tightly over her stomach, and when she cries out, cries out in so much pain, I hear her goddamn wolf and feel a blazing hot sonic wave wrack my entire body before it jolts right to my dick.
Oh fuck.
Chapter12
The Worst Fucking Luck
LARK
Son of a bitch.
My body is a goddamn traitor.
I should have known, though, should have known sitting with my mate in his cabin was a bad idea, and not just because it fucking kills me to be so close to my Colton without the promise of anything more than sharing information.
No, this was the worst thing I could have done for a much more serious reason.
A layer of sweat starts to form over my entire body like a cocoon; my hands shake, my stomach churns, and my muscles go taut. My wolf howls, howls loud and needy, as pain races through every inch of my flesh only to centralize in the most excruciating way right between my goddamn thighs.
I dry heave as it throbs, as my pussy clenches so hard it feels like it's going to implode, and I do it again as my arousal and need becomes an agonizing reality I did not once consider.
Which was stupid, really.
I haven't gone into heat in almost forty-six years and being in such close proximity to my fated mate without the drug that suppressed it while talking about this sort of thing despite the gruesome details? Yeah, I'm a goddamn idiot for thinking we weren’t going to manifest this shit into existence.
I stumble back into the nightstand as another wave of heat, another hot shock of arousal, goes off like a bomb in my core, and when it does, Colton drops to his fucking knees.
"Lark..." he groans my name, groans it like he needs me just as badly as my body needs his, like he truly loves me and wants me, but I know it isn't true. Colton might still love me but that's just because I didn't accept his rejection, because I didn't sever our bond, and the only reason he wants me right now is because his biology dictates it. Colton is simply responding to my need like anyone else would. It'd be no different if I were any other shifter going into heat three feet away from him.
Another blast of fire inside me and I can feel my fucking heartbeat in my clit.
I gag, wretch, and stagger toward the door but don't make it another few inches before I fall. I fall to the ground with a thud and feel like my entire body is going to rip apart at the seams.
I scream then.
Scream at the top of my lungs as the pain in my pussy rockets through every nerve ending, as my wolf howls for her mate and begs him to ease our pain.
Something I can't let happen.
