Well, that went… horribly.
Pushing myself out of my seat, I make my way to the med room. What are the chances theShadeis even stocked with Brumansia extract, anyway?
I start opening and closing cupboards and drawers before I pause. Taking a deep breath, I lift the injector I was hoping I wouldn’t find from its spot.
A flash of movement has my head snapping to the side, and I nearly drop the vial at the sight of Igid leaning heavily against the doorway. Her hair is loose and wild around her face and down her back and shoulders. Her blue skin is glossed with sweat, and her large eyes are wider than I’ve ever seen them. Feverish and bright.
“Brox,” my name passes through her lips in a breathy pant that has my cock surging in my pants. “Please,I need you.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
IGID
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Ican’t do this.
I thought I could endure this on my own, but this isn’t like any heat I’ve ever been through. Before my suppressants, I would take a sedative and then curl up and sleep through the worst of the cramps. This? This is something else entirely.
I feel like my skin is flaying off my bones. My insides aren’t just cramping; they are twisting into knots, and all I can think of is Brox. That he can fix this. He can give me what I need, and if he doesn’t, I might just die. For real, not just to be dramatic.
I don’t even realize I’ve moved until I’m leaning into the doorway of my room. A wave hits me, and I double over, moaning at the agony that crashes over me. I press my forehead against the cool metal while it feels like my insides are liquifying, until it finally ebbs, leaving me panting and sweat-covered.
Why isn’t he here? Why would he leave me like this?
Because you told him to, you kurving idiot.
I have to get to him.
My fingers fumble against the wall, and the door slides open. I sigh as a rush of cool air washes over me.
Where is he?
The bridge.
I start down the hallway, leaning heavily against the wall, only to stop.No, this isn’t the way.Something tells me he’s this way. Turning around, I go back the way I just came.
I’m nearly to the back of the ship when I hear the slamming of drawers coming from the med room. When I reach the doorway, my eyes slide shut, and I drag his rich scent deep into my lungs. Almost immediately some of the knotting in my guts eases, replaced with a longing so strong, it almost puts me on my knees.
He whirls around with an injector gripped in his fist.
“Brox,” I moan his name. “I need you.”
The look he gives me is equal parts longing and terror. “Are you sure it’s really me you want?” His eyes drop to the injector.
Why is he holding himself back? Shouldn’t he be dropping the injector and coming at me? The conflict on his face is plain. I begged him to stay away, but that’s not what I want. It’s not what I need.
“I’m sure.” I take a step toward him, but my legs are shaky and loose.
“There are options.” He looks at the tube in his hand again.
Options? What options! I need him, and he wants to talk aboutoptions?
“Don’t do this. Please,” I’m close to sobbing. “Please, I can’t take this anymore.I need you.”
The injector falls from his hand, and suddenly Brox is right in front of me. So close that I can feel his heat radiating from his body and into mine. So gently, he cups the sides of my face and stares deep into my eyes.
“I don’t want you to hate me for this.”
