cka
omforter, pulling it up to my chin like a shield. My eyes d
dr
on a chaise lounge, tor
off. The glass
ow on his hips. Water dripped from his
was all hard lines and sharp angles, a jaw that could cut glass, a
r rolling off him in waves, made me shrink back. Th
ing across my collarbone and shoulders. There was no warm
d, forcing myself
oice shaking despite my ef
any desk, pulled a checkbook and a pen from his s
e soft scratch of the pen on paper was the only sound in
ound and walked back to the bed. He held it
er written in bold, blac
llion
I whispered, m
was a low, emotionless rumble. "O
drained fr
ober las
.This was him taking what was off
eous washed over me. I felt cheap. Disgusti
ansing, surged through m
d. With all the strength I posses
ney!" I screamed, the soun
rossed his features. He frowned slightly, as if my rea
in, white scar ran across the back of his hand. The image re
e and wallet were there, placed neatly
id-thighs, a ridiculously large but welcome covering. His scent-pine and metal-cl
y bare feet hitting the plush ca
stood there, a silent, powerful s
ass doorknob when his voice
ist is b
of red was visible on my left wrist, a
A reminder that last night wasn't just my doing. A reminder o
k. I wrenched the
door click s
e P
walked to the desk, took out a cigarette, and l
e wolf in my head snarled,
I saw a small figure in a too-big white shirt, running bar
y phone and di
need you to find someone. An Omega. Ericka Mon
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