Page 7 of Trapped
She had a moment of panic. It sizzled up her spine to crackle through her teeth. Devin clenched them tight against any other reckless words that might come tumbling out. Then she heard it. The faint chuckle, muffled from overstuffed feathers, was evil as it crept under the pillow. Velvety warmth slid through her, his amusement wrecking her feeble attempts at holding onto her displeasure. Doing things no simple laugh should be able to do as he plucked the pillow away, dragging back the blankets. Proving whatever disquiet plagued him before had been the only thing that stayed his insistence.
“What do you want instead?” Though quiet, he left no room for her to disregard him. Forcing her gaze to his with the careful caress of his knuckles against her cheek, keeping it there with a stroke of his thumb over her jaw.
“Chinese,” Devin muttered, narrowing her eyes to furious slits. She loathed the way she softened under his touch, not understanding how he could compel her attention with little more than a casual brush of his hand.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea after last time.”
“You’re going to make me eat rabbit food like Beau told you—”
Devin realized her misstep the moment it happened. She didn’t need to see the flare of his nostrils, to hear the ragged inhale as his chest expanded. Sucking her lips between her teeth, she tore her eyes away to avoid the anger coating her tongue with the taste of oily soot.
Rey wouldn’t let her. Forcing her eyes to meet the dark abyss of his, he laid her bare before the thundering roar he voiced in the quietest of tones. Rey climbed onto the bed, a prowling beast that slid the sweater up her body. Showing more of his teeth with each of Devin’s flinches, covering her with his body, he wasn’t satisfied until every inch of her was touching him.
It wasn’t enough for long.
Shoving her chin aside, Rey pushed his face into her neck and growled into the sensitive flesh as he began rubbing against her. Grinding his scent into her, the jerky snaps of his temper becoming more pronounced as his dissatisfaction grew. Cotton torn, the ragged edges burning over her chest and belly when he refused to allow even a breath of space between them, he threw the ruined wad of fabric away. Skin to skin, he smeared the bitter earthiness of his scent into her, coating her in smoke and ash. The caress of his hands were no longer soft. They didn’t incite anything as gentle as warmth. They burned her skin, setting her on fire from the inside out as he touched her everywhere.
Branding her with the smell of him. Making her know who she belonged to.
Devin railed in the quiet depths of her thoughts. Furious with her reckless tongue, and the man above her. Wishing she’d just done it, been a good little Omega. Hating herself all the more for even considering it.
She could have, though. Just kept her mouth shut and eaten the food. Gotten stronger, even if it’d taken longer.
For what? She couldn’t remember the plan, not as the midnight resonance of his growls and rumbles buffeted her.
Devin’s eyes flew open at the low moan to search for who could have made such a noise, unable to believe the feminine sound had come from her. Shocked into stillness when she realized it had been her own throat that voiced it.
Every inch of skin smothered in him fizzed with sensation. Tickling her senses, teasing her, though the violence and anger lurked under his every touch. Making her feel things she didn’t want, yet that she couldn’t stop her trembling sighs in response to. Arching against him as his nails scored her sides on the depths of a thundering growl. She was responding. Legs straining to open beneath the weight of his, to cradle the too large male against her body.
“No, please,” Devin whispered into the obscuring shadows.
She never expected to be heard. For the longest moment, she couldn’t understand why he shot up from the bed. Her hands reached for him before she could check the reaction, but it didn’t matter. Layers of blankets slapped down onto her body, hiding her beneath a shapeless lump.
The door slamming seemed too final.
After what felt like hours in the darkness, Devin found fitful sleep. The depths of her slumber harassed by vivid dreams of fighting males, of grabbing hands. Livid blue eyes ripped the flesh from her bones, cruel laughter echoing into the frantic moments when she would wake in a cold sweat with trembling breaths.
It was in one such moment that it changed. Glorious heat crushing her, driving her deep into the mattress. Arms as thick as tree trunks imprisoning her flailing arms, heavy legs tangling in hers to quiet their kicking. Panic and relief swept through her on the same breath. She recognized him in the same instant he held her immobile.
Rich espresso layered with the tartness of strawberries. It melted over her tongue, washing away the bitterness of fear.
Devin calmed, growing pliant beneath him. Letting her body relax. It was as she was closing her eyes, drifting back into the depths of sleep, that she realized he hadn’t purred for her. Nothing to coerce her into this feeling of peace. Not wanting to examine it any further, she sighed into the crook of his arm where he pillowed her cheek and let sleep take her.
Chapter Three
Devin woke sprawled on top of a thundering mountain. Heat baked into her skin, driving the cold from her bones. Something large and wide pushed her into the incredible hardness that spread beneath most of her body.
Prying her lashes apart, Devin peered at the swath of dark ochre skin her cheek rested against. The rich red-brown and the smattering of black hair rubbing her cheek were somehow a comfort. His arm curled around her, the width of his palm applying firm strokes over her back, even more so. Rolling her gaze around the limited view, she took in more of her surroundings. Rey had created a haphazard burrow for her, the blankets a messy tumble over the top of her head with too many gaps letting light filter in.
Still, it was almost sweet.
Devin snarled, shoving at the breadth of his chest. Tumbling herself from the lofty heights of his body to scramble across the bed with the blankets clutched in front of her as some sort of shield. Fixing the nastiest sneer upon her lips she could scrape up from the pervasive languor, Devin glared at the Alpha who looked far more shocked than angry.
Her rage only grew as he held up his hands. A pathetic insistence he wasn’t a threat as he worked his way up the bed to lounge in careless arrogance against the tufted headboard. Circumspect with the dark chestnut of his gaze, he gave her space.
The seconds stretched by like hours. Devin’s bunched muscles grew weary, trembling before growing lax under the assault of the lingering heat bundled around her. The nasty twist of her lips faded, and the corners of her mouth tugged into a frown that broadcast her confusion. He made no move to challenge the glare she continued to slash in his direction, though Devin was hard pressed to keep it centered solely on him.
“Coffee?”
